Circa 1971, Central Park Photograph by my father, Lee Batlin w/ Nikon F of my mother & me
It all started when…
I was five; I would sit endlessly in my dads photography studio, watching him work under his black cloth, his hands extending out, adjusting knobs on his 8 by 10 camera, focusing on a Rolex watch floating in a fish bowl with a goldfish swimming around. I’d be dragged around on weekends to ever so boring museums, galleries, antique & retail shops, & on Sunday’s to the New York Times Co-op, open houses just for sport. Now I live in Los Angeles, and all of those memories of looking at antiquities, architecture, and colors are seared into my brain. I love what I do, I love the details, I love perfection, and when I can combine the two, I am gratified.