Laatikkomo Project: six degrees of photography

A true honor to be a part of the Laatikkomo Project in Jyväskylä, Finland. My exhibition will be the 17th of September to the 8th of October.

My interview

"Laatikkomo can be translated into English as “Box Gallery”, and as its name suggests, it is a large, outdoor, glassed-in, box-frame in Jyväskylä, Finland. The intention of this project/gallery is to present an accurate, worldwide cross section of photography today.

According to the theory of the Hungarian writer, Frigyes Karinthy, and proven by American psychologist, Stanley Milgram, we are able to know everyone in the world, through 6 people (six degrees of separation).

Laatikkomo is an artist run project/gallery. In 2013 we received some funding from the local art councils and foundations to start a 3- year project and we just received a new grant to extend the project another 2-3 years! The project began with six photographers from the six continents. We initially presented one image for 2 weeks but  for this second period we will show one image from each artist for three weeks and rotate between the links. We began with Europe 1 - Asia 2 - Australia 3- Africa 4 - South America 5 - North America 6and then repeat through that order with different artists from different places" --Laatikkomo

Thank you Sarah Lawrie for choosing me ♥

Laatikkomo has received support from the following Finnish sources:
The Arts Council of Central Finland
The National Council for Photographic Art
The Jyväskylä Arts and Science Foundation





not to say goodbye...

but to meet you on a hill...

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
  -- within John Keats letter to his Fanny Brawne.

In Loving Memory of April Cerise De Fore - Gaddis
April 20, 1979 - February 21, 2016
by Diane Powers.

Self portrait by April Cerise.

By April Cerise.

By April Cerise.

Rest in peace my Rose Sister you will always be with me. 

opening night!

The 11 year Anniversary Open Studios celebration

 at Santa Monica Art Studios tonight  6-9 pm 
and Sunday, October 18, 1-5 pm. 
"Thirty eight painters, print makers, photographers, sculptors and mixed media artists will open their studios for the event. Each artist will have a piece in a silent auction both on Saturday and Sunday."

In conjunction with the Open Studios, Arena 1 will open “The Cuban Show ""


It's an honor to be invited by Yossi Govrin to display several silver gelatin prints at the
 Santa Monica Art Studios in the historic airport hanger.  
I'm truly grateful and I invite all of you in the LA area to come and visit.  
I will be in one of the hanger galleries to exhibit from Sept. 12 to Oct. 3, 2015 in conjunction with the Kinetic Show: LA in the Arena I Gallery which looks to be very exciting with many sublime interactive installations.  
Opening reception is Saturday, Sept. 12, 7 to 10 pm.

Santa Monica Art Studios
3026 Airport Avenue
Santa Monica, CA 90405
Phone: 310.397.7449 Fax: 310.397.7459
Public Hours: Wednesday through Saturday 12 to 6


Gregg Chadwick

Yossi Govrin

thank you all for coming out!


The Bend
By Claude Esteban

Around the bend of a phrase
you return, it’s dawn in a book, it’s
a garden, one can
see everything, the dew, a moth
on a leaf and it’s you
who rises suddenly amid the pages
and the book grows more lovely
because it’s you
and you've not grown old, you walk
slowly to the door.

Source: Poetry (June 2011).
Translated from the French by Joanie Mackowski 

it's dawn in a book somewhere

clinging to vines, we lost our minds


by Sylvia Plath

The figs on the fig tree in the yard are green;
Green, also, the grapes on the green vine
Shading the brickred porch tiles.
The money's run out.

How nature, sensing this, compounds her bitters.
Ungifted, ungrieved, our leavetaking.
The sun shines on unripe corn.
Cats play in the stalks.

Retrospect shall not often such penury-
Sun's brass, the moon's steely patinas,
The leaden slag of the world-
But always expose

The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay
Against which the brunt of outer sea
Beats, is brutal endlessly.
Gull-fouled, a stone hut

Bares its low lintel to corroding weathers:
Across the jut of ochreous rock
Goats shamble, morose, rank-haired,

To lick the sea-salt.