This series explores the mystery abiding in small spaces through a kaleidoscope of shapes, tones, textures and light as they define and redefine place.
As a child I reveled in intimate spaces (closets, attic nooks), my secret gardens where I felt free to fantasize and transgress. It was there that I could indulge my feelings. Lingering memory of vague but ardent longing - to learn, to reach beyond my confines, to touch and love - is mirrored in My Private Garden through the enchantment of light and shadow, the mystery of gazing through spaces to and from an indeterminate world, and the eloquent silence of the objects that temporarily inhabit rooms and rafters.
Tucson is a gritty town and I like that. It’s a down to earth place with a wide sky. I like to wander its empty streets in the late afternoon, looking down and up and straight ahead. This ongoing series shows scenes that move me in my adopted home town.
These self portraits are a playfully serious exploration of identity.
“One of the strangest and most terrifying things about being human is the need to come up with an identity. It has always bewildered me, and I can say that even now it’s still mostly unresolved … Who am I?” [Sam Shepard]