:: Greenwich Village Polaroids or Cartoon Society 2000 ::
In 1999/2000 I was living in Greenwich Village. At night after work I used to photograph with Polaroids and draw on them moments later. Usually I made 2 giving one to the participant. Sometimes it was -16 like the one with the Cigar store. There are about 35 good images in the portfolio many more to come.
:: Stone-Faced Sober ::
In the Laurentians north of Montreal there are magic forests with primordial rocks that spoke to me on first sight. They are elusive, of course, these entities waiting sober, embedded in stone, with emotions that have endured the millennia. But they are there for all to see, and to fantasize. Quebec, Canada,Rock Formations, Mimetoliths,Val David and Val Morin rocks and stones and cliffs plus mountains. Forest, Woods, Hiking sites, Stone Sculpture
:: Algis Kemezys as El Greco revisiting Crete ::
I went to Crete to make homage to El Greco. These are the Photographs I made under the auspices of El Greco. Dominikos Theotokopoulos, I found a big piece of warped glass and photographed through it.
:: Famous Faces of Celebrity ::
These are all famous faces from my magazine years.1985 -1998
:: B&W Street Mysteries ::
These images are from around the early eighties. I was reflecting on the book Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance and imitating the Georgio De Chiraco.
:: Cyber Egg Space ::
All these images were made using Appleworks Painter Program the year I got my first Imac.
Egg Site was my simple interpretation of Cyber Egg Space
:: My Stone Sculpture 2010 WIP ::
Work In Progress***These are the latest stacked stone sculptures that I have made here in Turkey. Originally I got the idea to make these from visiting Cappadocia back in 1977. Years later having forgotten about the rock formations there I started to make these. Upon a return visit a few years ago I realized where the original inspiration came from.These sculptures are from around Bodrum and Bitez. In most cases they only last a day. They are incredibly fragile so even a heavy wind can knock them down. They are built with the idea that wounds and hurt feelings can be diminished by making these. In ancient times this was the norm for the passage of travellers around Greece and In Turkey. Piled stones have always been a way of marking special places or grave sites. I hope you enjoy my humble stacked stone sculptures. In some cases I wish the weather was better but when the mood calls and the stones reach out to me, I must build them. I have been doing this since I was a boy in Maine. Different rocks produce different kinds of sculpture and in the end you have to work with what is immediately around you. Many times they have fallen before i could even complete them.
:: Cartoon Cemetery Polaroids Montreal ::
I created Cartoon Cemetery by drawing on Polaroids soon after the exposure developed a bit, then added some color to the clothes of the statues in photoshop..These are but a few.
circa 1999. Graveyards, Cemetery, Angels, Mother Mary, Joseph, The Holy Cross, The Holy grail, God allmighty,Doves,Oak leaves, Memories, Death, Life, Miracles, Heaven on Earth, Voice of Jesus, Voice of God,The TEN Commandments,Ancient Scriptures, The Dead Sea Scrolls,Mount Sinai,The Holy Land Photographs of Heaven on Earth.Prayers and Healing Words, Poetry and Love and Trust and understanding.Hebrew, Aramaic , Greek and Lithuanian
:: Tell me Something Portraits ::
FULL FRAME Time exposed moving Portraits. Circa 1988ties
:: The ORIGINS of Life ::
Life started in the Primordial Stream. In the beginning there was only slime.It oozed green from the bowels of the earth, bubbling forth, celestial song heralding the moment***In comedy, as in life, timing is everything.It took an eternity for conditions to be right, ripening in exquisite anticipation***Covered in ice, ravaged by wind,the germ of creation awaits its turn in the evolutionary cycle, relentlessly to multiply***At first, some tentative steps.A few primitive plants, glowingly uncomplicated, mere forebears
of the glory in store***Primordial life-forms in first blush,Like brushstrokes of an impressionist master capturing a garden
of as-yet-undiscovered delights***An undefined amalgam, a bouquet.A priceless gift from Gaia, the most-generous, the all-giving, all-forgiving Mother of us all***It comes from the sky, as the heavens darken.
It points the way to cataclysmic change a cascade of riches of everlasting strife***This is a time before death.
That will come later. Now life begins. It is creation.And for the moment, indestructible.