Classical Diffusion
Photography by Ed Lawrence
Born in the autumn of 1955 and raised primarily in England, I somehow managed to wind up in America working with technology for a very large organization. One evening, while sharing some Brie and a bottle of Merlot with friends, my host showed me a large photograph of a naked and very pregnant woman. Gazing at her image through eyes that had been narrowly focused on circuit boards and computer programming for over thirty years, I understood immediately that it was time for change. Adobe Photoshop has replaced my compiler, a camera and tripod my oscilloscope and spectrum analyzer. Income has plummeted; savings are gone; the woman who promised to hang in there until death do us part evidentially got tired of waiting for my demise and took off with someone else; but I have at last found peace. Strange how a single image can shift one's view of the world and where they fit in.

Photography, for me, is a deeply personal journey. It is about rediscovering passions that were lost somewhere along the way and learning to see the world from a perspective far different to that which I have become accustomed. For the most part, I shoot what I shoot because something about it intrigues me, or because I want to illustrate some random thought that happens to demand my attention. Sometimes, as in the case of my nudes, it is about nothing more than learning to see and appreciate anew the beauty that exists within each of us.

I cannot claim some famous master of the art as a mentor; nor can I claim any formal training in the art of photography. In fact, I don't even claim to have a clue what many of the knobs and buttons on my camera actually do. It is probably better this way. I dearly wish that I had some profound intellectual artistic vision to offer, but I do not. There is no hidden message within my work begging to be set free. Each image is simply another entry into a visual journal that records my progress on this amazing expedition. My only suggestion, if for some reason any of this truly bothers you, is to drink a good bottle of scotch and spend time with a competent therapist.


Regards,
Ed