I love texture, shape and direction. I love the random details, the organic patterns. And after 20 years, I find myself going right back to the same visual elements I captured and enjoyed then.
I definitely have a thing for asphalt. Lines painted on asphalt. Paper things squashed into asphalt.
I took this image on the road outside of my apartment at college in the mid ’80s. It was accepted in the Annual Student Fine Arts Exhibit – the only show I ever entered. I entered 3 images, two were accepted. It holds a tender place in my sense of artistic self.
I took these images on my first excursion with my new cool new Nikon D90.
Do you see a common vision – or maybe a enduring obsession?