I was born in Brooklyn, NY in 1956, and I began making photographs in 1973. Over the next eight years, photography became my way of life; a way to take in the world, process it internally, and bring out something that was as much a part of me as it was of the things around me. In 1976, I dropped out of college, found a loft in Manhattan, and enrolled in the School of Visual Arts, working during the day, and attending classes in the evenings. It was a great time – I was on the road to realizing my dream, to live and work as a photographer.
Things happen. People change – sometimes in order to cope with a situation, we make the tough decision to walk away from both the good and the bad. In 1981, I left the city, gave up my darkroom, and put down the camera. It took me nearly 25 years to sort it out.
In 2006, ten years after moving to New Mexico, I began making photographs again. Like that little kid on the spaceship ride in Coney Island, I’ve come back around to a place I’ve been before, and I’m enjoying the ride.