Roads and Walls
All those small roads, lined with feelings and a surety of surprise for the heart wide open, help me understand how America keeps itís personality out on a limb with itself. Born a Southerner with an affection and curiosity for every inch of all of America, my continuing journey has also enlarged itself within my studio.
Amazing and huge, my two adjoining buildings hold a century of uses and lives, their walls speaking of the passage and mystery of time. Offering not so much a specific narrative, but a monument to the power of the vague, these walls invite the imagination to find what it needs right there in front of itís eyes.
Their poetry of imperfection stand as an invitation to think of the nature of existence, and as an environment for photographing people, live, within a visual suggestion of an archaeological ďdig.Ē Here these people are, representatives of now, with no particular logic relating to these walls of time, with their individual transcendence offering history a look at contemporary life.
On the road, between the walls, my hope is for a graphic presentation of something universal within the particular, and all the better when involving a gentle chuckle and knowing smile.
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