2017

2017

Despite the massive financial burden of carrying the gallery, I double-down. I pour everything I can get my hands on into the place to keep it alive. It may be a sinking, but it brings me too much happiness to abandon ship. If there's a way to make it work, there's too much at stake not to find it.

2016

2016

Opportunity knocks and I answer. Underfunded and naively ill-prepared, I decide to open an art gallery to redirect momentum away the path of least resistance towards more artistic aspirations. It's now or never, and I'm not going down without at least one more fight.

2016

2016

House, check. Family, check. Work, check. On the surface I have everything a man should need and be grateful for, but can't shake the feeling that something is still missing. Creativity, and my fading sense of self, fight to stay alive.

2015

2015

The year I never saw coming. Seemingly overnight, I begrudgingly trade in city life for the new house in the 'burbs and another Bun in the oven. I love Fatherhood, but white picket fence syndrome begins to set in.

2014

2014

The whirlwind continues. I am grateful for the continued travel opportunities my commercial work continues to provide, but between satisfying my clients and home life, any creative momentum I had built ending 2012 remains on hold. Time, it feels, is ticking way too fast to feed so many masters.

2013

2013

My camera takes me on a whirlwind journey from Budapest to Beijing, through the skylines of L.A. to the jungle beaches of parts unknown. Assignments take me to over 20 cities (and one beach;) in 9 countries. My first time in China, UAE and Thailand paint new pictures in my mind.

2012

2012

I decide to let go of all ego and expectation, and try something new. In the same experimental spirit in which the work was created, I decide to let it go. 21 of my largest and best pieces are made available to the public via silent auction over two nights. The results, though a little scary at first, ends up re-affirming the idea that art and commerce are not mutually exclusive.

2012

2012

In a "joint-collaboration", I produce my greatest masterpiece yet, and join the fraternity of Fatherhood:) After all, what greater vision is there of the world than through the eyes of a child?

2012

2012

Few places compare to the color, mystique and energy of Indonesia, so when it calls, I answer. Six beautiful weeks later, and a new collection is born. Thanks to the support of the Embassy of Indonesia in the Czech Republic, the collection is slated to commemorate the Embassy's National Day celebration in September 2013.

2012

2012

Few places compare to the color, mystique and energy of Indonesia, so when it calls, I answer. Six beautiful weeks later, and a new collection is born. Thanks to the support of the Embassy of Indonesia in the Czech Republic, the collection is slated to commemorate the Embassy's National Day celebration in September 2013.

2011

2011

Gears shift and earth quietly settles. Reluctant to pursue more material with still unseen collections, I produce two shows. In partnership with Art Imaging, Dancing with the Sun opens September 2011. In December, I revisit Impressions with some new warm winter material.

2010

2010

Just before the calendar strikes 2011, Prague Impressions, Volume 1 launches with 50 images in direct defiance of today's highly concept-driven modern art. Invoking the spirits of Monet and his band of Impressionists, I chose to create something better meditated upon than figured out.

2010

2010

After quite an absence, I re-dip my toe in the pools of fashion with Art For Life and Prague Photoquest...this time with a new sense of movement, attempting to blend my past and present passions. Flexing new muscles, it reignites old flames as if a long lost lover fondly remembered with time.

2010

2010

In eternal thanks to a supportive partner, I am urged to enter my work into the World Photography Organization's annual photo contest run out of New York. Thinking I had failed to make the grade among the over 16,000 entries, I place 3rd beneath my three favorite words : Fine Art Abstract

2008 - 2010

2008 - 2010

After eventually making peace with the loss of all the early work, I re-engage, again preferring less to capture the moment, than to let it go. Each shutter speed, unique in quality, becomes a key to a door that the eye can't see. Reality devolves once again back into fantasy.

2008

2008

In the after-shock, I'm so emotionally removed from starting Impressions all over again that I decide to simply pursue more commercial options. With the recession of 2009 looming around the corner, targeting corporate clientele appears untimely in retrospect. Happily, however, life works in mysterious ways.

2008

2008

Creative momentum builds at a feverish pitch as I work towards claiming my stake in fine art. After what feels like a momentous 2 year's work, my hard drive wakes up dead one morning and 600 gigabytes of photographic abandon dies forever. All progress feels lost and I am heart-broken. So begin the lifetime boycott of all things Verbatim.

2006 - 2008

2006 - 2008

Meanwhile in private, I continue to experiment in light, movement and color. Form dissolves, and shapes shift as control and chaos collide. Free from any commercial expectations, my work begins to lead, and I follow.

2006 - 2008

2006 - 2008

You name it, I shoot it. From black ties to birthdays, concerts to conferences, weddings to runways. Portraits and Events pay the bills and connect me to the city and while giving me the space to pursue more creative ventures.

2006

2006

After a couple bizarre twists of fate, I find work to sustain myself while walking through some otherwise rather closed doors. Thanks to a lost-in-translation google search on Prague nightlife, my social circles pull a 180 overnight. With a pass and a flash, into the deep end of Czech high-society I go.

2006

2006

Coming to Prague is like hitting my reset button. I consciously leave the previous four years' work behind so as to rethink photography with the eyes of a child. Placing instinct over ego, and expectation beneath fate, I decide not to decide, and simply play Follow the Light.

2006

2006

...life gets in the way:) One can never plan for the opportunities they don't see coming, but clearly Prague hears me calling. I don't know where it opens to, but I know it's for me the moment I hear the knock on the door.

2005

2005

I shut out the world, and shut myself in the studio, re-aligned towards more personal ambitions. Bjork and Spielberg are beacons equal to Galliano and McQueen, and Black Pool Haunting would be my masterpiece fantasy in their honor. And then..

2005

2005

I try to play the game, but I catch myself flirting with formulas I had rebelled against. And despite my intentions, the agencies and I are no longer on the same page. Doubt replaces enthusiasm, and my creative compass feels all messed up.

2005

2005

With the first couple years under my belt, I begin to develop and explore my own voice as a photographer, but my growing fantastical instincts and lack of understanding begin to misalign with certain industry realities.

2002 - 2004

2002 - 2004

Armed with enthusiasm and a fresh perspective, it works from go. Inexperience turns one opportunity into another, and in what seems an instant, I begin to build a name and creative team among the country’s leading and fashion designers model agencies. Humbled at the school of the great Steven Meisel I begin to dream in Italian Vogue.

2002

2002

Freshly back from Spain, I gatecrash Toronto's model agencies with my portfolio of friends and lovers pumping myself up as a “fashion photographer from Spain”. Though likely wise to my thin cover, the guards are changing and the stars align. Despite having no real experience, they give me a shot.

2001

2001

La Vida Social de las Hormigas (the social lives of ants), a mixed-media exhibition of discarded objects and obscure magazine clippings opens along side Gaditano painter Carlos Criado as a defiant critique of the political times. Only after saying what I felt I had to say, was I able to leave it behind.

2001

2001

Love intervenes and overcomes war, and despite eyes on Portugal, it is Spain that finds me. After a ridiculous twist of fate, I earn my first steady pay as a photographer documenting the nocturnal delights of Spanish nightlife. Along the way, I get turned on to a sense of style that would go on to influence the next several years to come.

2000

2000

With tensions overseas rising, I briefly contemplate a run at the UN. Having connected so well with rural Mexico, I'm thinking my good intentions and street smarts would keep me safe. It wasn't until getting lost in Morocco that I would come to realise how wrong I would have been.

2000

2000

I return to Toronto a self-professed photographer with little to show but much to prove. I find trench work in a lab and quickly move up the digital ranks, paying my dues shooting bands and portraits while the lab keeps me in film and prints. "Asylum" opens at Loop gallery so as to pay respect to my Mexican passing.

1997 - 2000

1997 - 2000

Fast and furious from the start, I systematically devour my Masters, breathing Newton, Witkin and Salgado, planting early roots in intimate portraiture and abstract surrealism. My darkroom is the Sistine Chapel of which I am the Pope, blessing holy acid. I attack.

1997 - 2000

1997 - 2000

There is a sensitivity to my work that seems to separate it from that of my early peers. I discover quickly that in matters of art, it's Emotion that dictates the line between darkness and light, and that all balance or chaos is somehow secondary. This premise propels everything.

1997

1997

Freshly arrived in Mexico, I take a darkroom course where we learn the art of the pinhole. As the first print starts to appear in the developer, deep chills run down my spine. The alchemy of the moment remains forever imprinted, setting off a chain reaction from which I never look back.

1996 - The Beginning

1996 - The Beginning

Following the wind south with eyes towards Patagonia, I pick up a guide book on Mexico that professes Oa-xa-ca “a photographer’s dream”, and my fate feels strangely sealed. At 26, I arrive with a mystic welcome and spend the next three years proving the guide book absolutely right. To this day, Chile still awaits.

CONTROL + CHAOS

My ambitions in life have been largely single-minded for about 19 years, but it's impossible to deny that most of life's milestones have come from the things I couldn't plan for and simply didn't see coming. New friendships, lovers, job opportunities, kids, even art galleries. I may be the master of my own desires, but gladly accept that I am only a co-author of my own story.

Along the way I have compared myself to, admired, studied, aspired towards and humbled myself before many incredible photographers who have paved the road before me. Ultimately, however, it is only in approaching the camera the way in which I approach life that I have found a voice that feels truly my own.

Though I may have a quiet way of showing it, heARTfelt thanks to all the people who have shown their support, offered their friendship, and given me inspiration along the way. I hope one day I shall do you all proud.
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"Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark. - Agnes de Mille