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“Through this captivating visual art, Mark's passion, creativity, and dedication have inspired lovers of photography and photographers alike. Mark's work sets the example of excellence in the arts and will always find a home in the hearts of fans and artists.”
— PEPPER GOMEZ | THE SOUND 228 MAGAZINE | INTERVIEW BY RANDY RADIC
The art of COLLECTING
Every artMARKet 1-of-1 Image carries its own story — its own expression of rarity, craft, and purpose
Mark’s work invites Collectors to experience Photography as both Art and Artifact.
BATTERY POWERED
In the heavy heat of an early September night in New York’s Battery, the city exhaled a restless hum as streets shimmered with late-night life. Sirens echo and light spills off the harbor as Ronin walks a step ahead, leather jacket hung off his shoulder, that caught the sleepy glow of passing headlights. Tomorrow, he would sing the national anthem at a Mets game. Tonight, though, he’s part of the street—moving through headlights, neon, and noise as I set up at the edge of the road. Long exposures turn cars into clean ribbons of white and red, wrapping around his shape as he shifts, breathes, and almost disappears. In the final frame, the city keeps moving while Ronin becomes a charged silhouette, blurred but unmistakably present.
“Battery Powered” captures that exact tension before a leap—the restless current between an artist and the city that’s fueling him. It’s a portrait not just of a person, but of momentum, nerves, and raw electricity while the city’s heartbeat writes its own signature in blur and light.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
32" W x 48" H
CAST THE FIRST STONE
Out on the dry lakebed near Joshua Tree, the world felt stripped to its bones. The wind arrived first, hot and insistent, combing the dust into low, restless veils that moved around us like a living thing. Earth Moon Earth stood with quiet intent, their presence as much a part of the landscape as the distant mountains, while I moved with the camera, tracing invisible constellations between rock, sky, and skin.
At the center of it all: a giant broken boulder, its fracture line like a wound held open to the light. Someone, sometime, had painted a stark black cross across its surface—part blessing, part warning, part unanswered question. Against the monochrome vastness, that mark became a visual heartbeat, a symbol cast into the silence.
We climbed and settled into the stone’s geometry, bodies aligning with ancient contours carved by time and weather. The sun pressed down, the air hummed with heat, and every gust of wind felt like a page turning. In that moment, “Cast The First Stone” became more than an image—it was a meditation on judgment and grace, on the weight of history and the fragile, luminous act of simply being there, together, in the dust and light.
1-of-1 HD INFUSED ALUMINUM PRINT
90" W x 80" H (6 PRINT PANELS)
BLUE BOY 2000
We spent the afternoon chasing light through the warehouse district, a rock band and I drifting from loading docks to rusted fire escapes, film rolls moving about in my bag, Polaroids breathing out in soft chemical sighs. Heat shimmered off the concrete, turning the air into a mirage of laughter and cigarette smoke.
That’s when I noticed him—this quiet, curious boy hovering at the edges of the scene, watching as if the whole day were a movie he’d slipped into by accident. His eyes followed every frame I made, every shutter click. I asked if he’d like his photograph taken, and his whole face lit up, that small, private thrill of being suddenly seen.
The next day, the lab called. The chemicals had turned. Almost everything was ruined—the band dissolved into ghostly shapes, the city reduced to stains of light. All that survived were a few fragile frames of the boy, his portrait washed in accidental blues, worn, scratched, and perfectly imperfect. I re-shot the band the following day in the same spot, but never saw the boy again.
In “Blue Boy 2000,” he lives on as a beautiful memory: a tender apparition in monochrome azure, a fleeting moment that time tried to erase, but somehow, mercifully, did not.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
96" W x 40" H
GOLDEN GRAZING
The assignment was clear: drive into the desert and return with the cover image for Radiofix’s new album. By the time I reached the Salton Sea, the sun was a white-hot coin nailed to the sky, the heat so fierce it made my thoughts slow
and swim.
Then I saw it—what would become “Golden Grazing”: a field of long, sun-bleached grass, bowing in the furnace air, each blade catching the light like a stray guitar string. The horizon shivered and spun with wind, the landscape bending into something almost abstract, turning everything upside down, as if the desert were trying to erase itself.
I framed the shot knowing it wasn’t the obvious rock cover. It was quieter, more introspective—a whisper instead of a scream. In the end, they chose another image. But this one stayed with me: a private B-side, a visual outtake that
still hums with the memory of blistering heat and unrecorded sound.
1-of-1 HD INFUSED ALUMINUM PRINT
54" W x 36" H
DRIVE BYE
I drove the Pacific Coast Highway to Malibu, camera on the passenger seat, the air still tasting faintly of smoke even after months had passed since the devastating fires. I set up my tripod where ocean light once filtered through glass walls and manicured terraces—now only an open view to the horizon, a vacancy where homes had stood, suspended between
sky and sea.
Cars kept slipping through the frame, blurred streaks of headlights and silhouettes, indifferent witnesses passing by the wound in the landscape. In the grid of exposures, the road markings and utility poles remain sharp and unwavering,
while each vehicle dissolves into motion, a ghost of transit against the stillness of loss.
“Drive Bye” became a vigil of observation: a meditation on what keeps moving when everything else has burned away,
and how the ocean continues its calm breathing just beyond the edge of what we thought was permanent.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
60" W x 40" H
SMOKE SCREEN
We were chasing time that night, Stanley and I, two silhouettes drifting through Hollywood’s neon hum. His laughter, seasoned by Amsterdam canals where he hails, and late-night sessions, floated beside me as I set up my tripod along Sunset Boulevard. The city exhaled color — electric reds, spectral blues — and we followed its breath like pilgrims of light.
When we reached the Netflix building, its facade became a luminous orchestra, pixels shimmering like stained glass for the streaming age. Long exposure turned passing cars into liquid smoke, veils of motion that dissolved the border between fiction and street. Stanley struck a quiet pose, the neon Marlboro Man, half-muse, half-co-conspirator, as the colors folded around him.
In that frame, “Smoke Screen,” Hollywood was both dream and mirror: a place where stories are manufactured by the millions, and two friends with a camera could still write their own, one stolen second at a time.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
48" W x 72" H
COASTAL VIBRATION
Driving up the PCH that evening as the sun set behind me, I could still taste the smoke in the air, a faint echo of the fires that had already moved on. I set up high above the scarred hillside, camera braced against the quiet tremor in my hands. Below, the coastline unfurled in soft vibration—ocean breathing in long silver lines, the highway a blur of headlights and fleeting lives.
Where elegant homes once held their ground, only terraces of absence remained, etched into the slope like erased sentences. The wind carried a faint salt sting, combing through charred foundations and blackened trees, while the sea kept moving, indifferent and eternal.
Each frame became a meditation between what was lost and what refused to disappear. In the long exposure, traffic became ribbons of light, the ocean a shimmering pulse—Malibu distilled into a single, trembling note of memory, resilience, and a restless coastal vibration.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
50" W x 75" H
THE MONEY SHOT
We’d been chasing light and language all that day into the evening, Kyprios and I, drifting through Chinatown as the streets thinned and the neon grew louder. Lanterns swung overhead like low-hanging moons, spilling red and gold over shuttered stalls and wet pavement. He paced the narrow alleys, lyrics under his breath, while I watched the city rearrange itself in reflections and shadows, waiting for the frame that would say everything.
At the corner of a quiet side street, the moment arrived: a tired hand, crumpled bills, a face dissolving into blur behind the currency that both sustains and distorts. The click of the shutter cut through the night air—clean, inevitable. In that
fraction of a second, the hustle, the hunger, and the fragile poetry of survival aligned. We stood in the stillness afterward, Chinatown humming around us, knowing we had finally captured "The Money Shot".
1-of-1 HD INFUSED ALUMINUM PRINT
72" W x 48" H
IN TV LAND
The desert outside Barstow was a mirage of heat, the kind that turns distance into a wavering dream. Ryan Guldemond and our crew drifted through it in a sun-faded vintage sedan, the upholstery warm against their backs, the road unspooling
like old film.
When the heat finally became a presence in the car, we pulled into a roadside diner that seemed abandoned by time — cracked neon, sunburnt signage, air thick with fried nostalgia. Our crew spilled out, grateful for the shade and the hum of brittle air-conditioning.
Inside, above the counter, a security monitor glowed: a cheap color oracle framed in static. On its screen, Ryan stood outside in the bleached light, his figure softened by pixels and surveillance haze.
I lifted the camera and photographed the TV, capturing him twice removed — an artist in the desert, already becoming memory, translated into pure television ghost.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
72" W x 48" H
SHIMMY
The air in Venice hummed that night, a slow electric heat rising from the pavement as Dave and I moved through the neon‑washed streets, chasing something just out of frame. “Shimmy” was born in the blur between song and shutter: his vintage Fender Telecaster guitar catching the light like a struck match, its body dissolving into streaks of gold and shadow.
Dave shifted, shoulders rolling with the rhythm, and I followed the arc of his motion, letting the camera breathe, letting time smear itself across the sensor. The background behind him pulsed and softened, noise turning into texture and phantom echoes.
In that instant, the music wasn’t heard so much as seen—vibration rendered as light, velocity as color. “Shimmy” is the memory of that hot summer night: a visual chord held just long enough to feel it in the chest, then surrendered to the dark Pacific air.
1-of-1 HD INFUSED ALUMINUM PRINT
36" W x 36" H
FOREST THROUGH THE TREES
Beneath a canopy of ancient green, we slipped into the hush of Gabriola Island’s untouched forest, camera in hand, breathing in the cool, moss‑sweet air. The world beyond the trees fell away, replaced by a cathedral of trunks and tangled roots, every surface softened by a luminous carpet of moss.
The duo, Mad For Joy, moved ahead like quiet sparks of intent, their presence a fleeting silhouette between pillars of cedar and fir. I watched the light pool and retreat along the bark, a subtle choreography of shadow and shine, as if the forest were slowly revealing its own self‑portrait.
Each frame we made felt less like taking a photograph and more like accepting a gift—an intimate exchange between artist and landscape. In the stillness, shutters whispered and time loosened its grip, leaving only the quiet echo of our shared reverence for this silent, living sanctuary.
1-of-1 HD ACRYLIC PRINT
31" W x 43" H
$7,000–$12,000
CUSTOM MIXED MEDIA
Mixed Media Photographic Compositions
1-of-1 artworks, hand-altered by the artist with mixed media elements. Each piece is signed, accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity, and entirely unique.
To commission a One of One Photographic Composition, pls. contact us at: info@markmaryanovich.com
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A NOTE on Collecting
Each 1-of-1 Image represents a unique artistic relationship — from it's origin of creation to an open interpretation of those who view the artwork
Collectors often begin with a 1-of-1 Print and move toward a Custom Mixed Media Compositions as their connection to the artist deepens
Each level embodies the same intention: to preserve a moment of beauty, emotion, and renewal through art
“Photography brings a sense of CALMNESS to my life
When I look through the camera’s lens,
I’m able to FOCUS on what INTRIGUES me
In an overwhelming world, I see things a bit differently –
it’s the DETAILS that INSPIRE my CURIOSITY” MM
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