Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (25) – A Purple Sky
My friend JP likes to remind me that the sky is purple in my world. Ok now before you click away thinking this is some reference to my acid tripping days… Read more…
What’s My Name Beeeotch!? My Identity Crisis
I’m stifled, then stuttering, and then, finally, I answer the most seemingly simple question any person in the world is ever asked.
“What’s your name?” …Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (24) – Letting Go
I could hear the blood rushing through my ears with every thud of my heart. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (23) – A Brighter World
Everything is brighter when you look up. It’s both a psychological and literal truth and it’s the first time I’m fully aware of it… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (22) – Do You Dream in Color?
You’ve heard the story: an artist wakes up suddenly, they’re inspired, they’re ready to go, they run to create… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (21) – Making Wishes
My quest for magic began shortly after the realization that santa, the toothfairy, and the easter bunny were frauds. I didn’t stop believing in magic, I just hadn’t found it yet… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (20) – The Weeping Pedestrian
Creeping up behind my neighbor’s Fiat, I was balancing between stalker and antisocial weirdo… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (19) – Withdrawal from Freedom
This is the last photo I’m going to share from my 6-week trip to Guatemala. It’s sad – like I’m leaving all over again. Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (18) – Star Gazing Memories
Enveloped in a sleeping bag I could easily imagine I was floating on a cloud. Then I would move, or breathe, or sigh, and the springs would shriek in my ear… Read more…
Reflections of an Artist: Fine Art Photography with a Splash of Prose (17) – A Caterpillar’s Eye View
I imagine walking into this photo would be like entering the set of Alice and Wonderland as tiny Alice… Read more…