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About my photography

I don't happen to think that most photographers who talk about their artistic intentions really know what they're talking about. That is, most discussions of intentions in photography are really post hoc, or post facto. "How will I know what I intended until I see what I printed?" might be an appropriate followon to the writer's dictum, "How will I know what I meant until I read what I said?" Diane Arbus's observation may be the wisest: "My photographs are always better, or worse, than I intended." While I'm not at all sure that nuns fret not their convent's narrow rooms, I think Wordsworth was pointing to the right connection between intention and result in art: we choose the preconditions, often by deciding what we will include or exclude, what we will use as means or decline to use; the oeuvre is then shaped by the resulting narrow(ed) rooms of our practice.

My rooms? Looking at what I in fact do as a photographer, and, pretty much, what I have done for about fifty years, here are some things I see. Bear in mind that what I see as a critic of my own work has no more validity than any other critical statement.

In the words of a computer-generated poem from the '60s: "The roses are vomiting/Enough!"