Carrying My Father’s Vision Forward

My father’s work exists at the intersection of art and conservation, but it cannot be contained by either. It is made of photographs, yes, but also of collage, ink, blood, handwriting, field notes, diaries, and years of accumulation. His works are not single moments captured in time. They are living records, layered and built slowly, bearing the marks of attention, urgency, and obsession.

Taken together, they form an archive of life under pressure. They reveal the wild not as something to be controlled or preserved behind glass, but as something powerful, volatile, and fragile all at once. His work refused comfort. It asked viewers to confront beauty and destruction side by side, to reckon with what human presence alters, and what is lost when we fail to pay attention.

EchoWild is my way of carrying that vision forward. Art has the power to shape perception, to deepen understanding, and to awaken responsibility. My father believed that people will not protect what they do not love, and that they cannot love what they do not understand.

Protecting the wild is not an act of nostalgia. It is an act of foresight. It is a commitment to the future, grounded in an unflinching understanding of what has already been lost.

Through EchoWild, the work is not only to rescue animals or restore damaged landscapes. It is to continue telling the story of the wild as something living, interconnected, and inseparable from human life. This is not only about saving what remains. It is about imagining what can return, and doing the deliberate, patient work required to make that recovery possible.