Fried.....the best art that I've ever made was during a period where I was depressed, in isolation and totally at odds with the world. My marriage was floundering and I didn't know why..so evidently I took that unhappiness and depression that was inside me and channeled it into a body of work about Indian rodeo. Looking at the portraits of the Indian cowboys and cowgirls now make me wonder how I got some of the results that I did.And the riding photographs scare me to this day...there is a bareback bronc that is in private collections and museums and I was running backwards in front of the horse when I took the photograph.WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
And the fact that they recognized what state I was in and they still responded and communicated to me through my Nikon blows me away. It was truly one of the most desperate times of my life. I also made these fabulous crosses that I covered with dried roses (burial of marriage??) and huge mirror frames with found objects on them (artifacts of marriage).....I think we'll sacrifice a lot for art whether it is consciously or not. I don't remember thinking about it while going through it. I also did some environmental portraits that were ethereal.. I doubt that I could get those results if I tried to today....pat

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