Join us October 13, 2018 from 5-8 pm for the Artist Reception for Guy Reynolds. We will be showing his Not Dead Yet, (and neither is film) exhibition. We are located at 2543 Farrington St, Dallas, TX 75207.


Photography has been my passion for more than 45 years. A camera has been a companion since I was 15, when I took a summer workshop for beginners at Southern Methodist University. My mom had to drive me down to Snider Plaza each day.


Watching an image bloom in a tray of chemicals was an instant and permanent hook. Not long after, I rode my bike to K-Mart and bought a Minolta SRT-101 with the proceeds from my paper route. I threw The Dallas Morning News, by bike in junior high and car in high school, and now I work for said paper as a photo editor. Full Circle....


A camera is my tool for telling stories about people and places, either in narrative form as a journalist or by revealing a theme through multiple related images. 


Having worked as a news photographer for 14 years prior to returning to Dallas to be an editor,  I became, out of necessity, a Jack of all trades, master of none. I can pretty much do anything yet I specialize in nothing. My favorite subject is stuff. 


In 1999 or so I bought a pair of Holgas and they sat in a closet unused until my son was born in 2003. Drew was a tad fussy but calmed immediately upon going outside. I'd taken a three-month leave so we walked. And walked. And walked some more and I started taking the Holga along to try shooting film again. Good results from a $25 plastic toy made in China were a challenge and continue to be.  

I could cook up some kind of artist's statement about using the delicate interplay between light and shadow as a leitmotiv to investigate the weight of the quotidian... but it pretty much boils down to this: 


I take pictures of things that interest me to see what they look like as photographs. 


This is what I saw:

Almost Texas. 

Series begun while walking Drew in a stroller along Ross Avenue in 2003. Several images were made within a mile of home. Some of those signs are no longer in existence today.



Series has been on-again/off-again for years and not always done with film. 


White Trash.  

Series begun in January when I was making almost daily drives to Mansfield, taking backroads, to tend to my mother in her final days. I decided to narrow the focus by only making images of bags stuck on barbed wire.