As far back as I can remember, I have always been interested in art and artists. When I was in grade 2 or 3 in the one room with 9 grades school house in Newfoundland, the teacher at the time told me that I would some day be an artist. I was very skeptical of that and it is a feeling that I carry until this present day. I used to enjoy taking pictures with the old Brownie Hawkeye camera, and still carry a picture of my parents in my wallet that I took when I was about 11 years old. I treasure it. Over the decades, whenever I happened to take time out from living, I would enjoy looking at the various coffee table art books. Then sometime in my 30's I became interested in photography...big time. Back then, a fine black & white image appearing in the developer in the darkroom was the ultimate end. It would be dry mounted and framed and hung on the wall in that special corner. My, how things have changed. Now it seems that an image taken of anyone or anything, can be the end, or the beginning of something else. Abstract artists used to be in my mind at least, very suspect and not to be taken too seriously. Just what the blazes were they trying to say anyway? But all these years later, here I am, using my perfectly nice images from my camera and lenses, and with the help of digital software, transform them into something else resembling the style of art that used to confuse me at one time. But I am no artist....I am not trying to convey some deep profound concept with my images. I make them because I enjoy being able to make another version or rendering of what comes out of the camera. The end has become the beginning, and the idea that we old folks are stuck in the past, and do not like change, is all bunk!! We are open to change, whether it makes sense to others or not is beside the point. The world is changing, and sad is the person who allows the person they used to be, to define the person they are today.....I enjoy abstract images......Cheers!
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