I learned about photography from my dad.  I got my start with trays, tanks and dim lights.  For most of my adult life I moved from place to place with an old Durst enlarger and boxes of paraphernalia.

Somewhere along the line, I threw it all away.  The pictures and negatives remaining are pretty much shot;  All I was left with was a box full of old slides, most in bad shape.  Some Kodachromes were still good, the rest were faded and scratched.  None had been printed.

Recently I started the process of restoring the images in that box.  Many had to be digitally hand painted.  In doing so, I realized that i was not recreating the scenes as I recalled them but rather I was creating icons of the people and places I had seen over the years. And I liked it.  So I applied it to new work as well.

I was raised and lowered in New Jersey.  I now split my time between Tampa and Flat Rock, NC.

I also work here and here