Each portrait is a portrait of “imperfections.”
The silhouettes and ghostly traces she conjures with sumi and walnut inks are insistent and ephemeral.
All the drug dealers became lawyers. My friend Dave and I were photographers, we imagined, in the spirit of the counterculture and Robert Frank.
I aspired to make something that had some critical resonance but also satisfied something more mysterious and human.
The amazing luxury of being an artist is that you build a life determined by your interests.
My images are personal, intimate, magical, and retrospective.
I get to set up what becomes a genuine experience and that is significantly more important to me than the art artifact.
I have been photographing in small, all but defunct towns in New York, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania.
Lyon was not the run-of-the-mill concerned photographer hoping for photographic notoriety; he was seeking revolution.