In this age of the specialized preparation of the human being for ‘life’, I hold out for the importance of variety.
One of my favorite quotes, read in a magazine in the rare book library at the University of Connecticut (where I was an undergrad in the Fine Arts program) was by the critic with the improbable name of Sadakichi Hartmann. He wrote in Camera Work that if one has the right temperament, everything in life is grist for the mill.
I believe it. I think life is meant to be lived, not parlayed into a safe, walled-off enclosure. To that end, I have explored and questioned. I tromped the streets of New Haven with my camera, looking for photos to sell to the Tourist Bureau after I first graduated with my new BFA in Photography. I worked at the venerable Whitlock’s (now defunct, alas), a rare and used book store next to Yale, learning about first editions, incunables and the like from the delightful proprietor, Reverdy, scion of the founder of the store. I worked in video production, teaching plastics processing. To explore the connection between the human body and mind I became a licensed orthopedic massage therapist, Reiki Master and BodyTalk practitioner. I was an artisanal craftsperson, making baskets and cloth, with a clientele that included The White House.
All these experiences and challenges have enriched me and given me a certain perspective. We all of us are born to explore in whatever capacity is comfortable to us and through that exploration to contribute to this stew of human society.
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