Growing Up in Black and White

That's me on the left, during one of the formal photograph sessions I talk about not liking, below. I remember touching that leaf with my left hand. It's one of my only memories from my life before arthritis appeared. On the right is Jean-Michel Basquait. I saw this on the wall outside an exhibit at the Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain. The lettering on the lower left popped out to me, and was a common presence in his work and this exhibit. Mississippi's shadows seem to follow me no matter where I go, but so does it's light.

Hello Digital World!!!

After years of resistance to leave the comfy confines of my analogue world womb, I have succumbed to the pressure to finally be born into this modern digital age.  As I unravel the cords and cables, and mop up the electronic afterbirth (sorry to be graphic, but there is more of that coming), I hope … Continue reading Hello Digital World!!!