Category: Art

More exactingly, in visual representations, notions of beauty emerge as much as from schooled and traditional foci as they do from private experience. Some artists replicate the lines, shapes, shading, and tones of classic or of Renaissance fare. Others fashion the optical equivalent of punk, reggae, or house music.

I became entranced and immobile, immersed in my sense impressions of the outer world invading the inner. It was much later that I began to love words and the way they could combine to form poems or stories. But for me, the image, and the other physical impressions of an object, the scent of a flower, the feel of a dog’s fur,

When I was little, my dad had our walls decorated with calligraphy scrolls featuring ancient Chinese poetry. He and my mom grew different-colored chrysanthemum in dozens of pots in our courtyard. On some crisp summer mornings, he would gather me and my sisters in front of our water lily pond he built and take photos of us. Beauty then was the elegance and serenity that were surrounding me and my family.

As a photographer I consider myself a street shooter–my photographer’s eye shooting an old building, rusted bridge, interesting faces or groupings of people and nature in all its forms. There’s a beauty in the texture, color, and subject matter that calls out to me and I’m never without a camera whether I’m out for a walk or a drive.

When I was a kid my mother gave me an old emerald ring. I found out that if I looked through the stone just right everything was turned upside down.