"Truth and beauty ARE forever, and always to be found. It’s only that the outward manifestations of them change.
I agree, however, that the artist’s mission is to capture as much of any given manifestation as he can… that one always fails to some extent because one is not God (too bad, but there it is). What you produce is perhaps a sort of monument to it… a reminder and an incentive to keep aware that will inspire others to make discoveries, too.
I can only say an artist can never know what a wonderful thing he may be doing… that some of our apparent failures are our greatest successes."

— Charlotte MacLeod, Friend & Mystery Author, 1922-2005


Blame it on the Greeks

The Greek and Roman sculptors portrayed their gods, legendary heroes, kings, warriors and athletes in more than mortal nobility; endowing them with ideal properties in which ordinary people recognize their own best potentialities. They were left nude not to arouse carnality but admiration.  The Platonic ideal (embraced by Michelangelo & Co.) states a perfect human body is visible evidence of a man's potential grandeur, his ideal self.

Of course famed photographer Helmut Newton had another take on the topic: "If someone does not pose nude, it is because they do not have a good body."   My thoughts?  It would be a shame not to share something beautiful and deny making the world a better place.  My job has always been to take this gift of genetics or years in the gym and make it something more.  Here you see two sets of images taken at a variety of locations.  A variety of adventures that lead to representing that ideal self.  


Water jammies...

... a continuing journey of water, cloth and the figure.

There is something seductive about water and the human figure.  It shimmers, polishes the form as if it is marble...and adds a subtle sensuality as the streams caress over mountains and valleys like molten silver.



Long after the images were taken at my favorite location the abandoned, unfinished ammunition factory-  the complexity of the poses were observed by one critical eye to be a statement on unfaithfulness.  My attempt to connect all the dots on a sculptural level, have all figures balanced, related, and touching did indeed have an unexpected Shakespearean love triangle...

These beautiful concrete towers, never used for their power plant purpose, the rusted iron window frames that never held glass provided an excellent challenge for the human form to entwine.

The one window permanently rusted in place.

This forgotten place, engulfed by forest, soon to be vandalized by graffiti, provided an excellent setting for those many athletic figures to frolic with innocent abandon, unfettered by clothing that disguised marvelous bodies.

I wish spray paint had never been invented.


The Infamous One

The abandoned seminary was a nervous location... all those no trespassing signs had to be ignored in favor of its marvelous windows, two wings of the building facing each other and the brick painted white.  The higher up, the better the reflective quality; but still I needed a long lens to shoot from one window across to the other (and listen to the echo of my directions).  These are from a series taken on a rainy day, low light levels, yet happily it worked.

Others were brought to this location but here was a model who enjoyed the gym and enjoyed showing the results.  Some years later the building burnt to the ground.  Thus another example of moments in time that remain only on film... though there were other adventures...


The Bruiser

Not every model will fall into typical body categories.  Not everyone is a body builder, a lean athlete or dancer, or simply average physique with a strong presence.  Even the rough and tumble look can be striking if posed or manipulated to accent the best.  Props are always nice and the addition of a simple...


Herculean Battle... with a shirt

The noble face... the strength of a beautiful body....


The nymph in the reservoir

A trysting place for a delicate little beauty...

Belt & barrel and an evening rain

An old machine belt and rusted barrel procured (is a nice word) from a location and combined in the studio make for a variety of posing possibilities- especially useful to defy the pull of gravity. 

From an earlier shoot when the unfinished power plant's reservoir flooded once more and mirrored the model in this timeless, rain soaked location...


It began with one person

'It is said that if you move a single pebble on the beach, you set up a different pattern, and everything in the world is changed...'

He was playing Frisbee at the lake when we first spoke.  "I have a good body?"  he smiled, amazed and gazed down at himself.  He was 'source material' for many, many sculptures and a couple of drawings.  He is well represented in my archives as one statue after another.  Then came the request to get into a model agency and someone had to take the photographs.  Thus began the image as the final artistic statement.  My medium had changed.

He did model commercially for a short period time  "These photographers keep telling me to DO SOMETHING,"  he  said, "So I started moving the way you told me. They think I'm incredible."  He remained a willing participant in my creativity and appeared on two pages in my book ShadowLight.  During a book signing he hid behind the shelves, worried I might call him out in front of the crowd.

When on location, lacking no fear of heights, he ascended to the top of a late ninteenth century stone ruin and was amazing in the perfect light of the setting sun.  Down below I waxed poetic how impressive he looked.

"Take the picture!"  he yelled, "It's no picnic up here!"

I get lost in the moment... possibly our last shoot was along the Mississippi at a culvert swallowed in the wooded bluffs above the river...


Stop all the clocks

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun...