Untitled photograph from the series "The Limits of Reason"

Winter morning, shore of Lake Michigan, 2009.

Nuclear Mao Peach Flower (digital collage)

Chair on the shore of Lake Michigan (version 2)

Another version of the chair on the shore of Lake Michigan...

An excerpt from Arthur Machen's story, "The White People"

"...What would your feelings be, seriously, if your cat or your dog began to talk to you, and to dispute with you in human accents? You would be overwhelmed with horror, I am sure of it. And if the roses in your garden sang a weird song, you would go mad. And suppose the stones in the road began to swell and grow before your eyes, and if the pebble that you had noticed at night had shot out stony blossoms in the morning?"

Chair on the shore of Lake Michigan, Chicago

This chair, hidden amongst the boulders and rocks which serve as a breakwall along the edge of the Lake, near my residence in Rogers Park, would have served the needs of Roderick Usher or HP Lovecraft equally well.

Three-Headed Transplant

Dolls Gone Wild

Dolls Gone Wild

Champagne Inferno:Blood Orange Orchestra

Champagne Inferno: The Blond God

Usher in his Library

Quadrapod, 2007

This image is a hybrid, a ribus, a mutation, a transfiguration, of a previous image. The original photograph was made using film in a camera which had its lens removed and in its place a bodycap with a drilled pinhole. The pinhole body cap was purchased from Pinhole Resource Center, the world's leading archive of pinhole imagery and supplier of pinhole materials.

This is the second image from my upcoming portfolio entitled "The Champagne Inferno".

This image is the first from an upcoming portfolio entitled "The Champagne Inferno".

Excerpts from the short story Rappaccini's Daughter by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
"Soon there emerged from under a sculptured portal the figure of a young girl, arrayed with as much richness of taste as the most splendid of flowers, beautiful as the day, and with a bloom so deep and vivid that one shade more would have been too much. She looked redundant with life, health, and energy; all of which attributes were bound down and compressed, as it were, and girdled tensely in their luxuriance, by her virgin zone. Yet Giovanni's fancy must have grown morbid while he looked down into the garden; for the impression which the fair stranger made upon him was as if here were another flower, the human sister of the vegetable ones, as beautiful as they, more beautiful than the richest of them, but still to be touched only with a glove, nor to be approached without a mask..."

"...That this lovely woman", continued Baglione, with emphasis, "had been nourished with poisons from her birth upward, until her whole nature was imbued with them that she herself had become the deadliest poison in existence. Poison was her element of life. With that rich perfume of her breath she blasted the very air. Her love would have been poison - her embrace death. Is this not a marvelous tale?"

Decorative Insects
(They appear to be preparing to waltz - Or is it a prelude to a loving embrace?)