Why it Matters

My good buddy Andrew gave me a book the other day that should have been in my library a long time ago. In the introduction to William Eggleston's Guide, John Szarkowski contemplates wether or not the art of Eggleston's photographs lies in the places that he has turned his camera on, or if it lies in his interpretation of that place. Having spent a great deal of time on the road last year I had the chance to witness the magnificent museum of irony that is America. And at countless junctions I was greeted by those moments where people, place, and nature collide in a way that made me feel both grounded in my role here today and anxiously curious and concerned for tomorrow. Like Eggleston, I feel compelled to capture this world as it is before me and to pay homage to it's countless artful creations. Through the interface of art I am able to share my passion for our world with those around me. Through art and I am able to breathe a full breath.

Saint Andrews Sewanee

Wow, what a day. I just got back from the Saint Andrews Sewanee gallery after installing my first solo show. Feels mighty nice, I gotta say. Taking the work out of my living room studio with yellow walls, brown trim, and bad, bad lighting to fresh white walls with track lighting.... yup, it felt real special. And to top the day off in true americana style my lady and I ate at the Monteagle Diner on our way back home. This place is a distillation of everything that I have been so fascinated by this year. It is in an old gas station that has kept everything but the pumps. The old rusted sign, the awning, and the sweet locals (that happened to be meeting for gospel night) made this a place worth hanging on to. I want to thank both Wyoming residencies I was at last fall and also CreateHere in Chattanooga for making this possible. And, here's to the last time I borrow someone else's tools to make my frames....!