Roger Young was born in Johannesburg in 1948, with the doors wide open. He chose art to be his life experience. Painter, sculptor, wood-carver and photographer. Took chances on motorcycles, the ponies, his best friends and love. Prefers to be in the right place at the right time. Watches his back, the road at most times, his manners especially, but not always his language. Thinks that in some situations he should have been given a second chance. Carries a picture of his dog in his wallet. Is down to earth, not lower. Has some regrets, but loves life, despite all the shit that comes down.
Can see himself and the human race in true perspective relative to the stars and infinity. Wishes those wearing clothes of false ideals and destructive attitudes would undress and respect the planet. Thinks the uncertainty of life is its true adventure, takes it in both hands and says “Thank You!”
In photography tries continuously to find that thin window which seldom opens, but allows a picture to fall between reality and the copy, distilling in the image a presence of its own, to stand as a new experience, as something foreign to both.