David Spielman

David Spielman
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David Spielman is a photographer who has modest but eccentric tastes. Resides in New Orleans. Hates being late. Where a day doesn’t pass without major conversations about food, art or music. Always ready for a challenge, adventure or a new project. Looking through a camera at fifteen, an epiphany, in that instant, life gained meaning and direction. Enjoys the collaborative efforts with other creative types. Khakis, jeans, starched button down oxford shirts are his daily uniform. Matched socks, never. Starts each day with a run. Studied in Vienna. A mentor opened new horizons, awakened dreams. Degas said it best “Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.” Less is more. Film please. Range-finders preferred. Avoids the limelight. Regimented in this helter-skelter world. Routines rule. Sees, feels and thinks differently than most. Hemingway, Conroy, Davis and Armstrong do it with music and words. He hopes and tries to achieve the same level with his images. Loves the darkroom and the magic it yields. Always looking, looking for answers, looking for questions, looking. Loves life with its wrinkles. Married to a wonderful and beautiful woman. A son adopted from Russia. Who challenges him to rethink life everyday. Skeptical with a perverse sense of humor. Good is never good enough. Hoping to take pictures until the day before he dies. Quietly sensible, yet driven. A straight shooter. No gimmicks or tricks. It is about what is, not what someone else wants. Someone once said, “A dream without a plan is nothing more than a wish.” Anyone can do it but only a few do it well. Works diligently without compromise.