Big News! I am now represented by Geras–Tousignant Gallery in San Francisco (@437 Pacific Avenue).
“Art comes into being in that abstract interval between a thought and reality, and no one – not even the artist who created it – can remeasure the influences that caused it.” ~ Edgar A. Payne
Two years ago, I bought a house sight unseen from a post on Facebook by a man I barely knew. “Who wants to be my neighbor?” was his query along with the picture of a small white farmhouse mired in snow. It was March. That snow looked fresh. I was in LA, where the sun was relentlessly shining as it had been for the past 25 years of my time there. I was so done with LA, I wanted that little house in the snow dress.
Two years ago, I had no idea what was in store for me. I had a vague idea that I was going to live in a campground for the month of July while my 1820’s farmhouse was being demo’d and renovated. While I was waiting on the house I took photographs with my iPhone. To stay sane.
What I thought might be a few months of renovation stretched into 8 months of waiting deep in the countryside. And, thank god, because of a dearth of cell towers my iPhone didn’t work as a phone anymore and it was only useful as a camera…because between July and January of that year I took over 20,000 photographs with it.
And because I posted so many pictures on my Facebook page, a gallery in central New York asked me to have a show in their gallery. My iPhoneography of the local flora and fauna made people smile, the images moved people and instantly I had collectors who bought multiples of my work.
And now, two months after my first show and two years, almost to the day, of moving to central New York, my iPhoneography takes me all the way back to California to a gallery in San Francisco.
See the link below for the images and for more information contact James Scott Geras, email@example.com 415.986.1647
Thank you, iPhone and thank-you, Margo Steines, Connors Page and Xav Jimenez…my cNY muses.
My Artist Statement:
“To deify and illuminate the ordinary, this is what moves me. Each photo is a memory, a photographic attempt at capturing a love affair unfolding- a glimpse of “love at first sight” infused with my present and my past. My daily rebirth is in each frame- a swan dive into the deep end of the pool, lit by color, texture, and emotion. My macro images are meant to convey the glory of nature, things we would never see unless we fell to our knees. One of my life mentors, Miss Pamela des Barres, imagines that if my images were music they would sound like Beethoven, Sinatra and the Beatles combined. I’ll take that.”