Art, if it is successful, needs no explanation.

How many times have we come away from an argument wishing we had said and done something different?

I've never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.

Most of my images have been done in-studio, under very controlled lighting conditions. There have been a few that have shot in nature, but even then they were shot almost exclusively at night, and again, under controlled lighting conditions.

What I'm exploring right now is the subject of my own mortality, It's an area that I'm curious about, and I'm researching it to see if there's a photographic essay in it for me. If images don't start to come, I'll go to something else.

What mark will I leave behind? How will anyone know I have been here? What sign will tell the future traveler I existed? 'I am here! Today... I exist'. I believe the deepest impression is made in those moments when I can say 'I care, I love'.

Boston was a great city to grow up in, and it probably still is. We were surrounded by two very important elements: academia and the arts. I was surrounded by theater, music, dance, museums. And I learned how to sail on the Charles River. So I had a great childhood in Boston. It was wonderful.