On a plane to Morocco, I was seated next to someone who described my series as “the most beautiful job in the world because artists dream something, imagine something and then create it visually which makes the rest of us dream and wonder as well”.
I never thought of it like that but I guess it is a little how some of my photos come about. They speak often of a dialogue and a narrative with the environment I happen to be in. Ideas come often as a solution to a problem, they come from a line of enquiry, and sometimes just a concatenation of data in the brain. They certainly become an impulse which if it is listened to acknowledged and acted upon is brought to life.
I was driving for hours with these lines ahead of me, I was wearing a yellow jacket, the trees were yellow, it was fall, I had those shoes in the trunk. A vision: the yellow trip. I stop the car, put the shoes on the road, snap and off I go.
For those two, I drove back 50 km ( so thats 100 km there and back on my way) to get back to the canyon of yellow trees. All the time I was driving it bugged me, nagged me that I should have made the picture. I turned back , drove and took a few pictures including these two.
The mermaid on the west coast of South Africa. Those rocks were murmuring mermaid to me, I had to find a way to do it, there was only myself my tripod and my camera.
It is also how the whole serie of the yellow balloons came about, of which this one is one of my favorite, lightening up the sky in London.