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He is a portrait of rugged American individualism: faded flannel shirts, ragged gray sweat pants, and well used moccasins are his usual attire; silver hair and a long white goatee create a ghostlike quality reminiscent of Whitman, while his large sturdy frame recalls Hemingway’s solid determinism. As a man, he is open, honest and direct without pretense or intimidation. In art, he is single minded and focused. Ed lives and works in his ranch style home in the Hollywood Hills. Provocative sculptures, murals and paintings of various origins adorn the walls. Outside, a large brick deck, along side his studio and dark room, provides a panorama of the San Fernando Valley. His work area is a storehouse of Frankenstein elements: skeletons dangle from the ceiling; baby dolls hang on the wall amongst Indian carvings, tribal masks and abstract paintings. The darkroom, a narrow, serpentine tunnel stocked full with photographic paraphernalia, ends with a modified enlarger standing like an obelisk in a room barely large enough to house it. Behind the enlarger, storage shelves spill over with raw material for creating his images including flowers, dead bugs, and animal skeletons. |