My creative expression takes different forms: sculpture, collage, assemblage, painting, photography, poetry, screenplays, even songs. If I never have another creative thought in my life, I have enough half-written screenplays and documentary ideas written down in files, or “soon-to-be-art” in boxes, that I could happily stay busy in my studio forever.
Wandering galleries and museums inspires me, but so does nature, politics, and trash along the side of the road. Taking something from a thought to a physical form seems like a magical act, a flowering of something unnameable. I love art.
“Art for art’s sake.”
A lot of my art is political, and I jokingly call it Didactic Art. Humor helps me get through life.
I find that art isn’t just something I want to do, it’s something I need to do. Sometimes it helps me express my anger in a tangible form, sometimes it brings me joy, and sometimes it sustains me when I can’t manage to do anything else.
My first-ever real purchase was an all-manual 35mm Minolta SRT-200 camera. It weighed a ton, had a metal body, and I swear you could drive in tent stakes with that thing. Cameras have evolved a lot since then, from film to tape to digital. But having an eye and telling a story is still something that develops (pardon the pun) over time.
It doesn’t really matter if it’s paint, found objects, digital video, or film – it’s all just raw materials to play with, to try to make something beautiful, or say something.
Trying to tell a story – whether it’s with a single photograph, editing TV commercials, making a short videos, or creating documentaries – is something I really enjoy.