Artist Information:
Donald Scharf
el paso, TX
United States
Member Since: Mar 2005
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Artist Statement:
“Lugares y Encuentros”.
Welcome to the works of
Donald Scharf. I am a New York
based photographer living in
the South West. Actually I am
a Psychotherapist perhaps that
helps me to see the images and
the connection.
www.scharfphotos.com
Photo images are magic. They
tell a story. If the viewer
stops and examines…then …..
There is the beginning of a
connection to the image.
This site is dedicated to my
father, Oliver Scharf who had
an intense passion for
photography. I grew up in
Brooklyn New York in the
1950s. There was always a
darkroom. The smell of dectol
and other chemicals that my
father mixed in order to
develop photos, the effort to
block out the light; the
images in black and white.
When the white paper was
submerged into tray that held
the chemical the primary magic
was just seeing the image
appear.
The photos of Roman Visnac
and his memorable book...The
Vanished World. Eugene Smith,
Man Ray. Salvador Dali and
Picasso these artists are all
influences.
All images in this web site
were produced with a Leica
(Digilux 2 Digital) Camera.
One thought regarding cameras.
The lens is really the issue
that is all...
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Donald Scharf's Free Artist Portfolio
Welcome to Donald Scharf's Portfolio. Browse Scharf's body of work: “Lugares y Encuentros”.
Welcome to the works of Donald Scharf. I am a New York based photographer living in the South West. Actually I am a Psychotherapist perhaps that helps me to see the images and the connection.
www.scharfphotos.com
Photo images are magic. They tell a story. If the viewer stops and examines…then ….. There is the beginning of a connection to the image.
This site is dedicated to my father, Oliver Scharf who had an intense passion for photography. I grew up in Brooklyn New York in the 1950s. There was always a darkroom. The smell of... |
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