Maramures is a rugged and independent area where traditions have lasted due to the isolation of geography and the neglect of history. The Romans conquered Romania in the early 2nd century AD but they never went as far north as Maramures. The valleys of the Mara and Iza rivers lead nowhere, meaning strangers have always [...]

Pleasure is a rather simple, yet complex subject. In the basest of terms it can relate to a pleasant state of being. However, on a larger, theoretical platform it consists of a series of subjective ideas implicating both the individual and society at large. The pleasure that I experience from hearing the click of my [...]

This past spring I traveled to Bangladesh, not as a photographer, but as a graduate student researching arsenic contamination of the country’s groundwater. Drinking and cooking with arsenic-laced water can cause cancer and other diseases. Yet most people in Bangladesh use well water to avoid bacterial disease from surface waters. This situation makes for a [...]

Artists often have specific subjects, symbols or motifs that recur in their work, sometimes for only certain periods in their career, sometimes throughout its entire span. Monet made countless paintings of the flowers in his Giverny garden. Georgia O’Keefe painted the shapes of skulls and flowers over and over. Sculptor Deborah Butterfield has been creating [...]

As a photographer, I saw India as a prolific source of great photographic moments. Throughout my first visit to India during the winter of 2004- 2005, I was fascinated time and time again—in every town I stopped, at every corner I turned, in every place I set my eyes and my camera's lens. Although India [...]

All images courtesy of the artist. In the summer of 1970 I was twenty-four years old, single, and living on my own, as I had been since I was nineteen, in my native New York City. The driving force in my life was my art, but I supported myself as a secretary in the music [...]

All images courtesy of the artist. Sometimes you make travel plans in the strangest of places. I remember the moment when I finally decided it was time to visit to Cuba. Oddly enough, it came when I had a woman's feet in my lap and I was examining her corns. This may not make much [...]