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I
have made a living for the past twenty years by selling my prints
at art
fairs and as a licensed San Francisco street artist. After graduating
college
with a BA in English, I traveled widely for many years, a pattern
continued
from being raised an army brat. I wrote and published poetry,
while paying
the bills working as a printer. Landing in San Francisco in 1972,
I hosted
weekly poetry readings for several years at the Rose&Thistle
pub on
California Street, where I enjoyed the camaraderie of a literary
group. I also
became a street artist just when the San Francisco program began,
and
still hold the oldest active license. I sold self-made jewelry,
but eventually,
after my poetry muse took a powder, I bought a camera and taught
myself
the basics. I had always migrated from the literature to the photography
stacks in bookstores, and greatly admired the mostly European
street
shooters, especially Kertesz, Brassai, Koudelka, Cartier-Bresson,
and
Americans Harry Callahan and Eugene Smith. I trained my eye by
closely
studying the photographs of these masters. For many years I made
and
sold B&W silver-gelatin prints. I converted to digital several
years ago and
never looked back. The learning curve has been exhilarating, and
I enjoy
photography more that ever, especially since it is now possible
for me to
to produce archival-quality prints that last longer than most
traditional
emulsion prints. Recently, I moved to Willits, a lively small
town north of
San Francisco. Though early in my career, I did show at galleries,
I gave
that up because the money was not good and I needed more independence.
I can’t show you a long list of credits, because, as you
see from the above,
I did it my way. |
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