People call me an Artist. I believe I'm more of a poet paying tribute to Rembrandt; dark, chiaroscuro with the use of my camera and brushes.
If there's one thing I've learned in this business, you have to be on top of your game. I'm known as a sniper, that one shot, one kill; then get out of there. That person who captures that glamour look in 1/1000 of a second without the use of a studio.
I've had a few galleries as the featured artist: In New York with Shepard Fairey and in Paris, Moscow, Luxembourg, but I'm looking for something else...
Even though my images are seen around the globe in every major media outlet from the fashion industry, celebrities, television, athletes and heads of state. It means nothing to me because Art and Fashion is the only direction I want to continue in.
In 2009, I started focusing on Stone Art that evolved into this emotional and unexpected piece of work. I contribute my success to having been born and raised in New York City exposing me to its vast culture and competitiveness nature.
But with all of my success it meant nothing to me, while the world around me came crashing down as tragedy has a way that brings out true passion and expression. You start to see things that you've never seen before, while identifying your love beyond the sirens and lights. Emotionally pealing the layers of love and scars that represent how far a woman will show her love and protective side for her lover, while maintaining her elegance and grace on the outside.
Since that day, I have remained a mystery and when people ask me about Stone Art they all say the same thing; how did you do that, is this a painting, did you paint the model then shoot her, is this Photoshoped? I simply whisper softly whisper, do you see what I can't see?
So, to close this out, I haven't gotten used to people calling me an artist because when I ask an artist how does it feel? They don't have an answer for me. My interpretation of an artist is either you got it or you don't. You can't learn this in school--you're just have to be born with it. To me, I've always thought of Art as sharing one's work. Art is not about me; it's about coming together and sharing deep thoughts through a painting, a ballerina, an opera singer, and author or photograph. It's about being real and talking to people, visiting schools around the country, and trying to inspire and motivate others--it's our responsibility.
And, in the end, I'm just wishing..., if I could..., I wish she was still alive, in my arms; Renée and me on the beach with Isabelle and the boys and our inner circle. But for now, I'll leave you with two thoughts: 1) never regret anything that makes you smile 2) remember that time doesn't exist--R+KC+I ♥