Born near New York City, I spent my childhood  in the seaside  town of Santa Margherita Ligure, in Italy.  We didn't even actually live in the town itself, but rather in a house on a hill in a microscopic fraction called Nozarego, population...perhaps 30!  But in town were always a handful of international residents, the winter population being made up of artists and expats, diplomats and drop outs, divorcees and local retirees, and the occasional VIP.  There was much sitting around the cafes in the tepid winter sunshine by the seaside.

I moved back to the US to study Psychology of Art, then worked for about 10 years in the frenzied New York art world of the 80's, art fairs, auctions, openings, studios and general craziness. 
 
Marriage, children, much transcontinental shuttling ...fast forward to now...  Ibiza, where I have moved to with my own family, is a magical  island where many people who pass through  end up staying.   I am living on another hilltop and working in a studio in the old town behind the port, deserted in winter time,  mobbed in the summer.  All of the leitmotifs of my life seem to come together here, off-season shut down seaside locale, the odd assortment of international characters sitting at the local cafe', watching the winter days go by transparent and mysterious.  We sit by the sea and the poolside watching the kids swim in the afternoons when the temperature rises. 

This is where my images came together, mapped lines of light across tan bodies, evanescent contours in the shifting waters, all the while wondering when summer will be back.