Don Byram

Don Byram

Medium: Photography

Raised in a string of small southern towns, Don is the child of a Circuit Riding preacher and a nature loving mother. Both his artistic eye and feeling for the moment is a tribute to the endless human stories he grew up seeing, hearing and living with these two sensitive people. His love affair of creating with the camera began in college and while interrupted with a couple of careers, has now been back in full force for over 20 years. The closest he has to a physical location he calls home is Conway, Arkansas which he has now returned to after 16 other stops in between.

“A good story, like good art, engulfs the reader and makes them feel. Through the combination of composition, color, and light, endless stories can be told that, hopefully, will make the viewer, simply feel. My goal is to take a photo, and turn it into a story the viewer can read and feel.”

He uses the camera lens to expose and embrace the beauty and rhythmic patterns we often overlook in our daily rush of life. With the composition of the raw image as the plot, he fleshes out the storyline with color, texture and tone to bring the emotional qualities he senses in the image. He always prints on canvas, because canvas has physical depth, and his use of a giclee matte finish enhances this effect. His images are archival and since he doesn’t need to use glass, hanging them in well lit areas is ideal because there isn’t any glare.

He prefers the use of vintage/antique and repurposed frames. Don owned a custom framed shop for 8 years and is a firm believer of matching the character of a one of kind frame with the essence of what he discovers in his images. Many times he will discover the frame first at a vintage or thrift store, and then spend considerable time making sure he has the perfect image for the frame. The end result is each piece having an exclusive feeling and telling its own unique story for the viewer.

Don embraces the Georgia O’Keeffe quote: “I have found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way-things I had no words for.”