ISSN 1918-8153
There are no limits, no maps...only light and dark, and shades of gray.
Allan Manus
January 2002
For the past eighteen years, I have been displaying and selling my black and white photographs on the streets of Montreal as a licensed 'artist on the public domain'. Over the years, I have printed, spotted, dry-mounted, matted, packaged and framed many, many photographs which have traveled to the near and far corners of the world. But in all this, what is crucial for me is that from the first print to the most recent, I am still completely enthralled with the 'magic'.
I call it 'magic' because there is something about this seemingly technical art form, which in spite of preconceived designs, reveals the world in an unexpected manner. Thus my sense of mission at the outset is invariably transformed into a voyage of discovery and self-revelation, which with good fortune and perseverance results in a realized magical moment.
parc st.-viateur 1976
I passed this Montreal city park countless times, always feeling a certain
timeless quality. Then, one day, they were there; the women talking, the men
lost in thought...
on the wall 2001 |
animal graffiti 1995 |
In Montreal, the walls don't only hear... they do speak... sometimes eloquently
thistle hats 2000 | musical fence 2000 |
For me, winter can be overwhelmingly beautiful - a time of grace and starkness.
centaur 1994
There are no limits, no maps...only light and dark, and shades of gray.