At my age I mostly yearn to leave my mark on the world. Poetry, photography, painting, whatever the medium may be, I’m driven to develop my own ‘Will Nixon’ touch, my own version of what this art form can say. Humor, whimsy, ecstasy, outrage, honesty, vulnerability, these are the tools of my trade. Journey is my favorite word. So is octopus for reasons I can’t explain.

Words

I began writing poetry almost by chance in my mid-thirties near the end of a day hike up to a Catskills fire tower. On my way back I came upon a porcupine lying on the dirt road, fresh roadkill.”

Photos

Camera-shy all my life, I happened to have a borrowed iPod on hand when for a poetry workshop assignment I was asked to bring in two selfies for an exercise inspired by the story of Narcissus. Before long, I was crouching beside boulders, peeking out from behind birch trees, rolling around on a mattress thrown into the roadside weeds. I had the camera bug. Narcissus was me.”

Paintings

When the brush gets busy on the paper, I feel myself reaching for what Frederico Garcia Lorca called duende, the ‘black sounds’...the roots fastened in the mire that we all know and ignore.”