MORE ABOUT ME
BUYING AND LICENSING IMAGES
In addition to buying prints and licensing images directly from me, you can also
license images through flowerphotos.com in England; get custom printing and framing
of my work from Art Source LA in Los Angeles, CA; and purchase framed prints, tiles,
cards, journals, ornaments, and other products with Flower Mandala images printed
on them from my CafePress.com store.
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photography, as well as updates on events and related activities.
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STATEMENTS AND RESUMES
WHO I AM
I am a person with a big heart and a deep need to be connected who grew up insulated
both from others and from myself. The arc of my life has been to reclaim what I now,
writing this, think of as my birthright. Connection and compassion have manifested
themselves mainly in my work in photography -- in particular, digitally manipulated
images of the natural world -- and as a psychotherapist, my current occupation.
My entry into the path that led me both to psychotherapy and to the photography that
I do now began with a near-fatal medical error in Albany, New York, in 1993, where
I was a graduate student in a PhD program in English Literature. That event, which
included a near-death experience, divided my life into two parts: who I was, and
who I am becoming. To paraphrase the Grateful Dead's Jerry Garcia, the way back from
the brink has been "a long, strange trip." On it, I have discovered what I was put
on the planet to do: my calling.
Taking and editing photographs of the natural world feels like I am in wordless conversation
with elements far more profound than anything I could create myself. The seascapes
and high-altitude shots evoke a sense of connection with vastness and an appropriate
resizing of worries and concerns, much like the perspective one gets from Chinese
landscape scrolls, where the people are tiny figures on an apparently infinite terrain.
The work with flowers connects me deeply with their minute particulars, the building
blocks from which all creation generates. There is something prayer-like about both
shooting and post-processing. They are acts of devotion. When the process is at its
best, I'm no more the creator of these images than someone who tunes the FM dial
is the creator of whatever sweet music comes through the speakers.
Listening to what the flower mandalas were telling me led me out of a dark place
and, indirectly, to my decision to become a psychotherapist. Early in the process
of my re-entry into photography, I met with a painter who had been making mandalas
for years. She suggested that each of my mandalas was trying to tell me something.
"Look at them. Listen to what they're saying." I hung prints around my house and
made them the digital wallpaper of my computer. What I found was that the act of
creating mandalas and then looking deeply at what I had done resulted in a spiritual
1) The original flower moved me enough to photograph it.
2) The mandala-making process distilled the initial feeling into something more precise
and more deeply felt.
3) Looking at the mandalas I'd made brought that enhanced feeling back into me, distilled
With each iteration of the creating/receiving cycle, some previously inaccessible
facet of my divided self became more revealed, and with each re-experiencing of what
I had captured, I became more whole. The net result of this strengthening of my soul
is that I have been able to open my heart to what I now realize is my greatest gift,
to be a healer.
Two years after my brush with death, I was in a support group for people who had
survived near-death. I was still finding my way back into this world, and although
I knew I had returned from the brink with something of great potential value, I was
also profoundly disoriented, split between the me I had been and the me I was becoming.
One of the group members, addressing my confusion, made a wide half-circle gesture
with his arm and said, "David, I think you're one of those people who has to take
the long way 'round." He paused, his arm fully outstretched. "But when you get there,"
he continued, closing his hand into a fist and pulling it to his chest, "it'll be
What I do now, a decade later, does seem important. As a psychotherapist, I see the
light in people and help bring it into the world. I know I am saving lives. As an
artist and writer, I know I am affecting people I may never meet. Through these gifts,
I hope to convey what wisdom I have garnered from my journey, a kind of boon that,
had I not taken that long, strange trip, I would never have been able to discover.