A homebody is a person who likes to be at home. This group of SX-70 Polaroids was made at six different homes from 1985 to 1996. Towards the end of that period of my years in Switzerland, while reading "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower" by William Carlos Williams, I realized that I was essentially using photography as a celebration of light and praise of shadows; about being in the moment and becoming aware of the missed details lost in the rush of life. I did this piece in the most introverted phase of my life, and the solitude that I experienced at that time was a prerequisite for self-healing, self-transformation, and hopefully originality. On the negative side isolation can be, and at times was an escape from life’s sufferings. Over the years I have continued to photograph at home with other cameras and formats, however, in retrospect it is this small suite of images wherein I endeavored to convey the ambient atmosphere of quiet interiors, literally and figuratively, that have held up best.
Art is both a verb and a noun; it is both an activity and a thing. The art of photography is in the looking, and translating that into an object to be seen. These Polaroids display the everyday sublime marked with light. I offer it in the spirit of the adventurousness of clear seeing.
Click on the image of the two stones to see the slide show "Being Home" I did in 2020, also at home.
As the pandemic lingers on I'm still at home, still taking pictures, still trying to reverse harm to benefit. As I write these words on the Winter Solstice of 2021, this series seems to be ongoing...