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dirtisdirt at Paradigm Gallery (Philadelphia)

Wednesday, January 11th, 2012

Hello Friends, Family, Lovers, and Photo Enthusiasts,

This is just a quick note to announce a show that I will have work in that is having an opening reception this Friday (it’s already open, soory!). If you happen to be in the Philadelphia area and have some time free Friday evening, I’d love to see you! (Seriously,!) All the dirty details are above.

I also want to say a quick thank you to the fellows at and Paradigm Gallery + Studio for all their efforts in making this show happen. Oh, and for including my work! So thank you, to Dan Haddigan-Dreamboat and Kevin McWilliams of dirtisdirt. And thank you to Sara McCorriston and Jason Chen of Paradigm Gallery.

About Face at Gallery 339

Thursday, July 14th, 2011

I am so honored to have a piece in About Face along side some great friends and some of the biggest influences in my photography work.

If you’re in Philadelphia on Friday, July 22, please consider stopping in for the opening reception from 6pm – 8pm.

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Flash Forward – Emerging Photographers 2011

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

I am very pleased to announce that I was selected as part of the Flash Forward – Emerging Photographers 2011 winners. This will lead to a publication with many emerging photographers from the US, Canada, and the UK. Selected photographers are listed below:

Final Selections
Bright Spark Award:
Jessica Eaton (Canada)
Canada Selected Winners:

Olivier Asselin
Jasmine Bakalarz
Steven Beckly
Alyssa Bistonath
Philip Cheung
Danny Custodio
Daniel Ehrenworth
Neil Fenton
Sarah Fuller
Rafal Gerszak
Mika Goodfriend
Brett Gundlock
Laurie Kang
Brendan George Ko
Anthony Koutras
Annie Ling
Julia Martin
Isabel M. Martinez
Meryl McMaster
Erik Naumann
Jennifer Osborne
Aleksandra Rdest
Meghan Rennie
Kerry Shaw
Tim Smith
Sean Sprague
Daniel Tobias
Dean West
Kate Wilhelm
Elise Windsor

United Kingdom Selected Winners:

Thomas Ball
Richard Boll
Sharon Boothroyd
Thom Bridge
Annie Collinge
Toby Coulson
Maja Daniels
Chloe Dewe Mathews
Caitlin Duennebier
Alinka Echeverria
Yuji Hamada
Sophie Ingleby
Jason Larkin
Clarita Luli_
Wassink Lundgren
Guy Martin
Jung-Wook Mok
Charlotte Rea
Ben Roberts
Miti Ruangkritya
Corinne Silva
Ed Smith
Toby Smith
Miki Soejima
Emma Jane Spain
Anastasia Taylor-Lind
Kurt Tong
David Vintiner
Irina Werning

United States Selected Winners:

Steven Alvarez
Morgan Ashcom
Matthew Austin
George Awde
Magda Biernat
Christopher Capozziello
Brad DeCecco
Matt Eich
Misha Friedman
Matthew Gamber
Julia Gillard
Jason Hanasik
Julie Hau
Jon Horvath
Ina Jang
Greg Krauss
Yijun Liao
Elizabeth Libert
Sara Macel
Dhruv Malhotra
Rachel Bee Porter
Hannah Price
Benjamin Rasmussen
Justin James Reed
Jeff Rich
Nadia Sablin
Tara Sellios
Viktoria Sorochinski
Sarah Sudhoff
Brad Vest

Thank you and Congratulations to Hannah Price who not only suggested I submit to Flash Forward, but who also got accepted as a selected winner. Also, I’m very flattered to be grouped with these other emerging photographers whose work I really enjoy and respect. And in closing, a very gracious thank you to the jurors.

Trickery at Paradigm Gallery

Friday, April 15th, 2011

I am very pleased to be part of this show at Paradigm Gallery + Studio. A new, large format, piece will be hanging in this show (so new I haven’t even posted it on my flickr or anywhere else). I’m very excited to hang work with some previous classmates and other UArts alums. Please join us on April 29th for the opening reception.

n. pl. trick·er·ies
The practice or use of tricks; deception by stratagem.

A photography exhibition.

Steven Alvarez
Patrick Blake
Silvia Baptiste
Casey Catelli
Jason Chen
Joesph Hocker
Krysta Knaster
Dara Slott
Samuel Sargent
Anna Tas

Opening Reception:
Friday, April 29, 2011, 6 – 10 pm
Closing Reception:
Friday, May 20, 2011, 6 – 10 pm

When Do You Say Goodbye?

Monday, March 14th, 2011

Gram’s Descent, Orono, Maine, 2009

When I took this image, I asked my Grammie to walk into the woods so I could photograph her. As I fiddled with the camera, I watched as she walked away. I exposed the film and continued to watch her walk deeper into the woods. After a minute, I called her back. I have a feeling if I hadn’t, she may have kept walking forever…

My Grammie, she played a huge part in my life. She essentially raised my siblings and me. When I began pre-school, my mother went to nursing school. She studied hard and worked hard while my dad worked and traveled with the military. Grammie was there in the morning for breakfast, to help pack our lunches and get us out the door to the bus. We would come home and she’d be there to cook us dinner and talk to us about education. She instilled in me at a young age an affinity of the English language. She, a retired teacher, would talk to us about grammar and the rules of proper English. And I still have a love for the language; although I will never be a master of it.

Grammie, Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, 2011

A few years ago, we noticed that she was in some kind of decline. It wasn’t Alzheimer’s, but something similar. Either way, most of my family was in denial, she was just too young for any brain issues. As the years passed, she only got worse. Her physical health was fine, but her mental health took a dip. My parents moved from my home in Maine to a new house in New Mexico in 2008. Once the house was finished in 2010, they moved my Gram out to live with them. My mother flew to Maine, packed up my Gram’s belongings and drove across country with her. After day one she realized that this trip was more than she expected. Gram was lost. She was often confused by her surroundings in the mornings, but had some slight ideas of what she was doing and where she was going.

Grammie in “Summertime”, Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, 2011

While I was out in New Mexico this past Christmas and New Year, I finally got to see the decline that my Gram was actually in. I was pleased to hear that she was aware of her mind going, but heartbroken by some of her actions. My brother, Anthony, told me one day that he had already said ‘goodbye’ to Gram, a while back. That idea really helped me cope with some of how I was feeling. I knew she wasn’t the same Gram that I had known. But physically, she was still there all the same. Same warm embrace, same silly smile and cutting sense of humor. But there was a blankness at times. She’d be lost within her home. She’d ask things like “When is daddy coming to pick me up?” or “Can you believe all this snow? It’s summertime, isn’t it?” Day-after-day you’d deal with the same questions or comments. She refused to take her medications on account of never being sick or told to by a doctor. But each day was new to her. If she had gone to the doctor one day, there was a good chance that she didn’t remember it upon her return to the house, let alone the next day.

One day she asked me where the stairs were to get downstairs. I assured her that it was a one level house and there was no downstairs. She followed up by asking about the kids upstairs. Again, I repeated it was a one level home. She then asked when I thought the kids downstairs had last had a meal. I didn’t know how to answer, so I made a joke of it. We laughed and moved on. Hours later it dawned on me. The kid downstairs… that was me. Back home in Maine, I had the basement room. The kids upstairs were my siblings… but she forgets we’re all grown. It made me wonder who she thought she was talking to. Sometimes, I know for sure, she knew exactly who I was. But there was always some doubt… Lately, I’ve been taking more and more self portraits, based mostly around my feelings or emotions. I never emote in person, but when I’m alone I can feel and show my vulnerabilities to the camera.

Left: Self Portrait with Grammie (I), Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, 2011
Right: Self Portrait with Grammie (II), Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, 2011
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I called the house a couple weeks ago, while I was in Seattle, and she answered the phone. She didn’t know where anyone was. She was convinced everyone had left her and they were not coming back. I even doubt she knew who she was talking to. She wouldn’t say “I love you” to me after I said it to her. Broken up, I let her go and tried to remember that it wasn’t personal. This isn’t the Grammie I once knew, and that I had already said goodbye. And most importantly, it isn’t her fault. It’s no one’s fault.

Last Thursday, my parents admitted my Gram to a nursing home. She had become too much of a burden. My mother is clearly having the most difficult time with this progression of life; watching her own mother decline past a place where she can care for her. She visits everyday, at least for now. One day when she visited over lunch, she found Gram walking arm-in-arm with another, probably equally demented, woman. As much as a painful move this was for my family, I think everyone is in a better place, currently. Gram is no longer living in a house where everyone leaves for the day. She finally has the company she longed for.

Grammie Resting, Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, 2011

This last photo I took with an image in mind. I guess I misjudged my original intent. It’s quite foreboding, but I like the comfort of it. Rest well, Grammie…

Meet Robert

Sunday, March 6th, 2011

I first met Robert electronically, back in high school. We were both website operators, webmasters(?) of our own personal blogs and became friends. While I was in Seattle, I invited him to come meet me. He drove down from Vancouver, Canada, picking up Craig along the way. Meeting people for the first time is usually a little strange, but Robert was exactly as I had imagined him to be. Charming, polite, reserved, and tall (but not as tall as I was expecting). He didn’t stay in town long due to family commitments (note: charming), so my time to photograph him was limited. I asked him to come out to this porch I spotted earlier. I love the mystery of his expression, and how the light wraps his face.