From the rural heart of America, born in the year of 39, a ninth child, paternally orphaned soon after, Rees blends a touch of the outsider with a sharp focus reminiscent of the nighthawks in daylight. A sense of transcendent harshness, a bleak moment of the soul that celebrates mortality and the trip that brought him to the unrelenting and revealing light of the Arizona high desert. Not soft nor sentimental, sad yes, and joyful too, a drop of Caravaggio and a whiff of Phillip Glass.
'I enjoy working with figure models doing artistic nudes. Basically my motto is ï¿½Mother Nature, and all...more