In this vast city, there are Greco-Roman architectural influences and then there are colonial British and Spanish influences but they all seemed to have come here and melted into a very New York style.
It is somehow surreal to see high rises with these influences greatly contrasting the mostly soulless glass and steel of today.
As an abstractionist, I find myself with profound connections to patterns and forms. They to me, form the basic language of design.
The photographs I have made in New York this summer have made me question and relearn why I make the nature of photographs I do. I suppose much of the artist I am and what I learn constantly, filter through ever so subconsciously and not having to intellectualise it, I think, is a good thing.
Spring Twenty Eighteen
