My life has often included unexplained coincidences that make me ponder
why something happened in a certain way? In 1986, I moved to Rochester to assume my teaching
position at RIT. At that time, I had never met my new best friend. In 1984, Willie Osterman moved to Rochester
to accept a teaching position at RIT. What is the probability that 2 complete strangers will move to Rochester to teach photography at RIT, buy houses almost next door to one another on the
same street, be one year apart in age, and
share adjacent letters in the alphabet? My guess is not too many. Our
friendship has flourished ever since that fateful day of intersection in September 1986. Willie is a true artist and has
helped me be more aware of my creative instincts. When I had a chance
to have a solo exhibition of my photomicrographs, he kept pushing me
to take more risks with my work. That was very important advice for for me then and now serves as a daily reminder to take chances in life. Nothing is for certain. |
