I'm dedicating this site to my Mom and Dad. I'm fortunate to have had exceptionally supportive parents. They weren't perfect, but then the only way to learn to be a parent is On The Job Training.
I was first.
My Mom loved art. She was a Docent at the Denver Art Museum for at least 11 years. I remember her dragging me to a traveling MOMA exhibit. She showed me Oldenburg, Lichtenstein, Johns and Rauschenberg. She taught herself Art History and badgered curators when any show came to the museum. She started an art appreciation program in my public school district, bringing prints into classrooms and teaching kids what paintings were, what they meant, their secret language.
My Dad was my Father, my Mentor, and eventually my Friend. He taught me about respect, honesty and work ethic. He shared his passions with me. Some we shared and some we didn't, and that was OK. He worried about me, but let me find my own paths, blaze my own trails. And in the end, he was not only proud of what I became, but my journey to get there. My Dad loved photography too. He was a gear head, like me; but he loved the images most. His office was full of prints, and our house was too.