I have been a habitué of classic car boneyards ever since I bought my 1936 Pontiac at age 15. My first go-to boneyard was Johnnie Monroe's in South Thomaston, Maine where I sourced parts for the Pontiac as well as a '29 Essex, '41 Packard and '54 Nash. While rummaging about I discovered incredible visual compositions in the distressed iron and glass. These compositions of line, color and texture struck me the same way as did some of the most inspiring abstract art. This experience changed the way I viewed the world. I swapped my toolbox for a camera and started to capture wild art: abstract details of found objects.
People are taught to recognize and categorize all that they see. Abstractions reach deep into personal experience and imagination. My images may evoke a memory, an emotion, or a reminder of something
visually similar. Anyone viewing my photographs is unencumbered by the influence of certain recognition and has a free range of imagination with which to appreciate their impact.
"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see." - Henry David Thoreau
