I come from a family of storytellers and artists, including fine artists, graphic artists, entertainers, humorists, writers, singers, creative directors, filmmakers, actors, TV stars, and a few generations of intensive psychotherapy. Think of me as the Forrest Gump of fine art photographers—but with neither the money nor the native intelligence. Now well into my eighth decade, I've journeyed from fine art photographer and anti-war activist in the 1960s, to nationally recognized digital media pioneer and writer in the 1980s and 90s, to father of a beautiful gurrl, national columnist and social critic, humorist, creator of Huxwell and storyteller in the first two decades of the 21st century. And finally, from way aft, back to fine art photographer. Now in my eighth decade, and regardless of the medium, I remain an unrepentant storyteller.
Enroute I've been blessed to find compassion and humor and beauty and pathos in just about all things, great and small alike. I've since come to understand, however, that we typically don't find the truly momentous things in our lives. They more typically find us. So truth be told, and like Forrest Gump, compassion and humor and beauty and pathos have more often found me.
They arrive in my life as serendipitous moments that often leave indelible marks, some good, some less so. Herein you'll find the trace evidence of my more recent encounters with serendipity: blossoms and birds and swamps and walls and solitude. The eternal and the ephemeral.
I live now with my better 75% in Delray Beach Florida in a small retirement community I like to call Del Boca Vista Phase III.
About My Art
Dipper Harbour Solitude
Needless to say I've watched a lot of water flow under my bridge. Perhaps not surprisingly, some of it flowed into my art. Like all art, therefore, mine is about self discovery.
On a cosmic scale, art—like life—is a function of rhythm, and all artists create by ear: painters paint by ear, sculptors sculpt by ear, composers compose by ear, writers write by ear, actors act by ear, and photographers capture and extend moments in time by ear. Regardless of the medium, all art taps the same universal rhythm, the same essential cadence that informs and creates all things, animate and inanimate alike. Finally, because all art—like all politics—is local, it nestles mostly amidst the smaller things and quieter moments of life, the things that may pass largely unnoticed only to re-emerge later down the line as divine inspiration.
Of course, we are all attracted to magnificent and grand spectacles like sunsets and cityscapes and mountain ranges and Bengal tigers and Super Bowls. And while my art includes some such larger and louder moments, I more typically find meaning and form and perspective in mostly smaller, commonplace things—the quieter, more introspective interludes otherwise lost to the relentless cacophony and digital scale of life in the 21st century.
Because in truth we live our lives not in grand moments or spectacles, but in thousands of little moment-to-moment snapshots: mostly quiet, mostly commonplace, mostly pedestrian, and mostly without fanfare or celebrity of any sort. These are the snapshots that—over a period of years and decades—build a life. Likewise, these are the snapshots, the little things and quiet moments in time, that catch my eye and find expression in my art: what I describe as the Art of Little Things.
Yearnings of an Old Man
Finally, perhaps it's just me feeling my age, but over the decades I've come to understand that the quality of life in 21st-century America is largely a function of two things: subtraction and gratitude. I won't elaborate except to say I hope you find ample measures of both in my work. I hope you find yourself...
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Jeff Einstein
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