Both of my grandfathers worked in the Monessen Steel Mill south of Pittsburgh.
Monongahella was then a mill town on the river surrounded by farms. Stout working people, rusted trucks, small dive bars,
VFW halls and Church on Sunday. I spent a lot of joyful time there as a kid. Work ethic wasn’t a concept to be explained: the example was alive.
Mom and Dad moved us to California. The world became bigger.
It’s never been lost on me that choosing my vocation and path as an artist was a gift my grandparents put in motion.
These images are my way of standing witness.