The work from my visit to Anchorage in May of this year is now installed and ready for the opening of the new wing of the museum to take place on the 15th. In keeping with the spirit of the original Neighbors exhibition in San Diego, they also placed the photos outside on the facade of the museum so that everyone can experience them. If you happen to be in the neighborhood, be sure to stop by. Here's the link to the museum website..
Today I arrived at the beautiful Anchorage Museum. Both happy and honored to be producing my Neighbors project in the city. The show will go up in the fall. Over the next couple of weeks I'll be setting up shop in the various neighborhoods to create my portraits.
Once again, I took to the road with the crew from Culturunners. For this art focused trip, we trekked across the USA - from New York to San Diego. We stopped in Fort Stockton, Texas for a group photo, and an impromptu RV dance party followed by a high stakes poker game.
There's nothing like having plenty of space for one's art. Bread and Salt is such a great place to display art.
I am really pleased with how well my opening reception went at Bread & Salt Gallery in San Diego on November 12. The space in the Brick Room is perfect for my Neighbors exhibition, which will be displayed until the end of December. I thank the team at the gallery and my friends for their support. Click on the image below to see my interview with Channel 7 NBC.
Driving through the endlessly curvy roads of West Virginia, I spied a wooden footbridge spanning the Big Coal River. There's few bridges across the river so, if you have a house on the other side from the road, you pretty much need to build your own. The river is fairly wide so building a bridge big enough for a car isn't really an option. Hence, suspended wooden footbridges run from the road side of the river to the other side where a house in the woods usually awaits.
This bridge was fairly long and tall and picturesque so, like good tourists, my assistant Zach and I exited the RV and began snapping photos of its teetering expanse. After a few minutes of photographing, a pickup slowed and the driver, an older man with white hair, leaned out. "That's my bridge. Gonna cost you five dollars to take a photo."
I knew he was pulling my leg so I tossed it back with a, "No problem. Send me the bill. I've got a special place for it." With a friendly smile, he got out and explained that his father built that bridge but it was leaning because of some flood damage.
Of course, I asked to take his portrait - to which he obligingly agreed. After setting my lights up and snapping a few photos, he punctuated the session with a "How about we bring some color into this shoot" and whipped out a pistol from the back of his waistband and stuck it in the front of his pants.
If a man wants color, I'm not gonna say no.