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- 10 - 19
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- $10k - $20k
I photograph statues, manipulate, and print digitally after photographing and hand pulling prints for 45 years. They felt as do we; childbirth often fatal, diseases swept many away. I must find who they were, what this moment was, who sculpted them, why. They don't move unlike live models, I’m on my back on gravel or mud or museum floor, finding the gaze. Several views combine; we combine views of sculpture in our minds. I am their medium and this is my calling. Something feminine and powerful expresses itself through me, it’s powerful. It’s burning me up. To remember them is to honor them; to depict them is to celebrate them. I hope you can’t stop looking at them.
I see an illusion of faint motion when expression, light, color, and composition are in harmony. My breath catches. They deserve remembrance, and celebration.
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I began painting at 8, in 1964, silkscreen printing in 1971, and serious photography in 1974.
Bodies are mysteriously compelling. I worked with a few compliant, creative models in the 80s and 90s, making those photographs into complex (dozens to hundreds of layered colors) silkscreen prints. My wrists eventually made me go digital.
A trip to Bonaventure cemetery in Savannah was a revelation. There are a few portrait statues there. It’s been my work since to find out who the forgotten models, and sometimes the sculptors, were, in New Orleans, Vienna, Rome, Frankfurt, Munich, Koln, Paris, Buenos Aires, San Francisco where I lived for 33 years but hadn’t the interest in sculptures then, and Portugal. The women’s stories are legion. Many are heartbreaking. A few are very, very sweet.
I work from my raw images in Photoshop on an iMac, using layers much as I ever did in screen printing but more precisely. It’s a must to do the printing myself, so I can make adjustments, it’s my job to make with all the skill I can.
I moved to rural Georgia from California in 2012. I doubt I’d have begun this contemplative work if I had remained in California; I see no end to it.
426 Thomaston St, Zebulon, GA 30295