Sometimes I think we die in bits and pieces, a few teeth gone missing, strands of hair down the drain, a knee lies buried in the boneyard, the definitions of features fade into a ghostly palimpsest of the past.

Knee surgery left my leg bruised and swollen. I noted the resemblance to painting. I began photographing with that in mind, but the inevitable rumination on aging began.

The Healing Arts,Installation.01. @ The Ely Center for Contemporary Art, New Haven, CT 2019

The Healing Arts,Installation.01. @ The Ely Center for Contemporary Art, New Haven, CT 2019