This is something that I had wanted to rekindle for quite some time In fact, any inspection of my past work will reveal a constant historic element and 'respect for the past' throughout my picture-taking. Always cognitive of the fact that a picture is simply of "a moment in time" and that "no moment of any time" could possibly have ever existed without 'a past'.
Since pictures, like words, may be used 'out of context', often, so as to mislead, misrepresent, misinform or miseducate it is my belief that if I, as an artist, display an image or project a word into the public arena or create a photoessay for public viewing it is my responsibility, as a documentarian, to the subject(s) as well as to the global commuity to include as much accurate informatiopn as is possible so that the viewer and future generations may have a better informed foundation from which to form a perspective of the subject or matter at hand.
Each of these images as well as the sites to which they link to bring to mind 'moments of my past'. So when on Christmas Day 2004 that my brother Joe and I revisited Southern Maryland ... since much of the area has not changed ... not only did we, literally, step back in time and in the process psychologically, socially, emotionally, spiritually, and physiogically re-connect to our past but as we drove along St. Jerome Neck Road or dropped in at what was then Yorks Store or took pictrues at the cemetery and while remembering the closeness that Joe and I then shared I could feel the spirits of Big Mama and Grandpapa. |
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