You ever go to a museum and see a guy staring at a painting for 20 minutes? Might be me. Snap me out of it.
I was born south of the border down Buenos Aires way into a family of photographers. And the family was surrounded by other artists; writers, painters, sculptors, actors, movie directors, and more photographers. It was a full Monty cultural orgy, and it would have been great, except I got whooshed up to Toms River, New Jersey when I was two. Dad had been stationed in B.A., courtesy of the U.S. Navy, and his happy-go-lucky days were over. And there went my full emersion in art, along with the second language. A few things stuck, apparently. They say those first couple of years are critical, right?
Fast forward (skipping the part about growing up along the south shore of Boston) to a short stint at Rochester Institute of Technology, in a very cold place, to pursue a degree in photography. After I thought I knew everything, I made a trip back to Argentina, staying two years, and this time got my comeuppance in some serious old school photographic training. Not quite glass plate negatives, but close. Didn't quite make 10,000 hours in the darkroom, but it felt like it. I picked up that second language along the way.
Next stop, a couple years of photo gigs in Boston, and then I was back in Jersey, this time further north. Twelve miles west of NYC, raising a family and taking pictures for editorial, corporate and advertising assignments. That early brush with artists apparently compelled me to pursue a personal creative project from time to time.
After a long hiatus from formal education, I enrolled in the filmmaking program at Montclair State University in Montclair, New Jersey in 2007.
The recent addition of filmmaking to his toolbox allows me to explore my subjects more deeply. Curiosity about what makes people create art fuels recent explorations in both mediums.