Growing up, my mother served up a steady diet of Malevich and Beckmann while helping to found the St. Louis School of painting. Fortunately, I had access to a dark room and nigh unlimited quantities of Tri-X during my high school days. In 1985, I nearly bankrupted my parents by shooting about 20 rolls of Kodak color film during a three week trip to the Soviet Union. I parked the camera in favor of the trumpet during my university days, but rediscovered it while breaking rocks in the mines of Amazon: street photography was the perfect antidote.
I document moments which capture quintessential aspects of the human experience at this moment in time. This is probably a fancy way of saying that I shoot what interests me and endeavor to do so always with empathy.