In 1973 I left for Italy to meet my grandmother and other family who last laid eyes on me in 1956. A good friend gave me a Pentax for my trip. A few years later as I entered my family home I was immediately drawn to a framed photograph of Venice. I asked my brother, “Frank, where did you find this?” He replied, “That’s your photograph.” At that moment I knew what I wanted to pursue.

I let my eyes do the talking. Greater attention to composition, patterns, shadows and color. Reflections dominated the field and a cognitive shift created complexity and generated images within images. Images that tease and pose a question of what is real, and what is merely perceived? How can simple colors or a change in color or a transposition of colors alter our emotions? How do a few simple lines on a page become compelling, satisfying, comforting? Is this phenomenon a unification of all our senses gathering information simultaneously? Is it an extraordinary new sense? A new sensory organ? A 6th sense or simply an adventure?