Friday, August 29, 2014
Snowy Egret In A Dead Tree
For the last 4 + years my photography has been carried by a Pittsburgh-area gallery, an honor that I often wonder if I deserve, but then I look at other people's work and realize that we're all lost out here trying to find some kind of meaning, or purpose. I sell a couple of dozen prints a year, not so much that I still don't have to work some horrid job out in the retail sector. I despise retail, despise our consumer-based economy. Sometimes I think that hate emerges in the starker aspects of my work, stripping away not only color but gradients of gray.