I went to college in San Francisco. I would get on my bike and explore the not yet gentrified neighborhoods of Dogpatch and Mission Bay. Henry Wessel, my teacher at SFAI, would insist on getting every hue of grey when printing in the darkroom. I preferred high contrast. Never the less it was an honor to be taught and mentored by him. Thank you Henry for believing in me and encouraging me. When all your life you’ve been told that you are worthless, it only takes one (or two) persons to make a difference.
