I first picked up a camera when I was about 13. It was my dad’s Canon AE-1 that he used in college, and I still shoot with it at times. In then ensuing few decades I’ve taken a litany of kits across several continents, shooting everything from the last peyoteros in the Rio Grande Valley, to the glittering nightlife of Barcelona, to the serene silence of the Pacifc Northwest to the glam of NYC.
Thankfully I’ve had some amazing instructors, including Tony O’Brien (LIFE, Time, Newsweek, et al.), instructors through the famed Santa Fe Photography Workshops and a bevy of others. With their help, I took part in my first show at the Menil Gallery (Houston, TX) in 2002 and haven’t looked back.
I’m inspired by photographers including Walker Evans, and Aleksandor Rodchenko and artists such as Rothko, Rosenquist and others without R’s. Whenever possible I try to break the rules and force you to change your perspective.
But when it comes to my personality:
I am a blend of conservative parents and a socialist grandfather, I’m a homebrewer, a retired bartender, a second generation son of South America, a tried and true used-to-wear-tight-jeans-and-spend-all-day-in-the-summer-on-the-back-of-a-horse Texan, a huge dork, a proud product of public schools, a good shot, a bad guitar player, a wikipedia addict, a bar-quiz junkie, a connoiseur of the most un-noteworthy of notables, a very lucky husband, a fluent speaker of frontera, leagal-ease, Masshole, durty south, sk8r and execuspeak, and a bad mamma-jamma who will flip over a table while yelling thug life (but only in the politest way possible).