When I was four years old, my mother gave up trying to corral my wandering ways and simply pinned a note to my shirt in the morning:"Please don't feed me."As long as i can remember I have been curious about the world. When I was seventeen I left the midwest just because and hitch hiked to california. I did that th… Read More
When I was four years old, my mother gave up trying to corral my wandering ways and simply pinned a note to my shirt in the morning:"Please don't feed me."As long as i can remember I have been curious about the world. When I was seventeen I left the midwest just because and hitch hiked to california. I did that three times over the next two years. At that age seeing something new in front and watching the past disapear out the back window was so comforting. Growing up I had an aunt and uncle , Marge, my fathers sister and Gordon, her husband. For most of my early years i thought they both had the same name,"Mareangordon" i have thought in a conceptual way, making a different kind of sense from things...making things. And as you know, one art leads to another and I have, in my wandering way, found myself involved in painting ,music, photgraphy, sculpture and cooking. My year typically involves immersing myself in each disipline for three to four months; as one waxes , the other wanes but all of them call me, causing me to scribble and plan in my head, and dream about the next one. The next one is always my best... Yes, the journey can be far better than getting there.Painting grew out of drawing, grew out of living in the desert in a truck and having very little expendable cash. Old wood-framed windows, thrown out in remodeling ventures, became my "free" canvas. I would and still do paint what is around me.i have, with time ,come up with a style that fits my personality and to my delight sells very well. Two years ago I also started painting on framed glass. These works tend to be smaller. I feel most comfortable painting in groups of ten, selling them and painting ten more. At the moment I am concentrating on landscapes.I discovered music at an early age with piano lessons. Those lessons provided some level of skill but the concept, like two names morphing into one, kept me from catching on to what was realy happening. It wasnt till the early eighties that the fun of bouncing tracks between two cassette tape recorders to get multiple tracks, taught me to listen, that i statred to hear the structure. I was able to apply and mix my own sensibilities to varying degrees of success. I post most of my work at macjams for free downloading.Photography came to me through my sister's boyfriend. I had a darkroom in our basement as a teen and a Yashika SLR. Even then I photographed the things that had emotional meaning to me. At ninteen i took a job as a traveling baby photographer. For a while,it satisfied my desires. It led me to photography school in Chicago in 1974. That is where everything changed. I found the beauty in documenting what i saw in a personal and yet proletarian way. I suppose I was radicalized. I followed protest movements and produced hand-colored photos, I took very personal pictures of my own life. i documented my travels, making sure that i photographed people i didnt know, hoping to get a glimpes of an experience I was unfimilar with. That has stuck with me. As I develop this site i will include more of that work.What I have become is an artist, a maker. I am always amazed and truly delighted when I can make my way and be of use with what i might bring to the table on any given day.Tim Read Less
For me, my work is a way to be honest, a record of what I see and how I feel about it. It is good work to wake up to and something that helps me sllep. It's one way of being useful.