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La Paz is a Mexican town
located about two thirds of the way down the Baja peninsula along
the Sea of Cortez, a place I have visited for years. I have never
tired of it has to offer visually. What is special about it, is
its pristine light, brilliant colors, clear air, and walls of
interesting textures and forms. The photographs from La Paz are
not so much about the place but about the raw materials I find
there to create them. My photography has always had more to do
with the concept of the found object rather then a record or
witness to an event or place. I think most viewers come to
photography experiencing the photograph as a mirror to a world
they recognize. On the other hand I want my viewers to perceive my
photographs more as a portal to another world using things they
recognize. An abstract world of light, color, and texture. I want
the viewer to experience a world they recognize presented in a
different context. Walking that edge of what is known and what can
be. What I find on the walls of La Paz is very much about that.
There are so many random, unrelated events that make up the things
I find, it is as if the walls are an ever evolving abstract
sculpture or painting. The making of my photographs is a very
intuitive process, with the smallest of things tweaking my
interest, a shadow that catches my eye, a patch of color, paint, a
crack, or graffiti. It's at that moment I isolate the image in the
viewfinder and make my photograph. The making of the photograph
is, in a sense, as random as the things I find on the walls. La
Paz is indeed a place in the world; it is also that mythical place
in my mind, my sub-conscious, and the source I go to for my
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