Pulling at a thread can unravel a whole sweater. The mind can do that with a word, a thought, like endless hyperlinks leading to multilayered galaxies of stories. Didn’t you as a kid dream of finding a secret door, a magic entrance that would open a whole new world? I did every time I was playing … More Pulling a thread, to the lake.
How does an artist mind work? Get an idea – a feeling – a vision for it – go do it. Sometimes it takes a little time – sometimes it’s instant, sometimes it’s instant and ends up taking up a little more time than anticipated. It is often the way I work with personal projects. They often … More Lining up
Tattoos are a permanent etching on the skin – like a scar or a line – even if nowadays we can remove most things ‘inconvenient’ ( not without some kind of trace). Today’s ‘modern’ society is one of impernamence – throw away – disposable. Most things are fleeting – the time mostly and interactions with everything. … More What was the question?
« Ce que l’on conçoit bien s’énonce clairement, Et les mots pour le dire arrivent aisément. Hâtez-vous lentement, et sans perdre courage, Vingt fois sur le métier remettez votre ouvrage, Polissez-le sans cesse, et le repolissez, Ajoutez quelquefois, et souvent effacez. » (Boileau, Art poétique) I started to realise how home and identity are intrinsically … More For the love of language part 2
Words murmured in the air, on the tip of the tongue, heard, sung, are like clouds in the sky. Fluffy, dark, soft, fast or slow and immobile, silent, thundery, shouted, laughed. I love words and I love clouds. Roam in the clouds or meander in the pages of a book or have a go at filling … More For the love of language
It’s all about the moods. Indeed I often feel compelled to shoot certain photographs that are more about moods and feelings than of a subject or pictural. It’s a call – I just have to do it. At times I dont even know what I am doing or why I am doing it – it often reveals itself … More Atmosphere
It has nearly been a year since I wrote on this blog – I vanished – I dried out. I am making up for all the year past with the length of this first one – be prepared its a long winded one! Despite all appearances – I was energetic and bubbly for some but I knew … More Why I stopped and lost the drive for taking photos – then I found it again.
The skin, a shell a sheet, a geography and landscape to discover as much through the touch and running of fingers than through proprioception, and the perception and interaction with the elements, movement physical activities. Emotions and feelings, are non tangible yet oh so palpable we can pick up on them, even from the outside … More The sky, the other ocean, within.
The time at our disposal each day is elastic; the passions we feel dilate it, those that inspire us shrink it, and habit fills it. Marcel Proust Everything or mostly, is relative and subjective. Time too is relative. Time has a tension to it, it can be elastic, stretched and shrunk. “But, time is set … More Timing and taming the landscape
2014 has been eventful to say the least. After having photographed the sky and the clouds for a few years now, I have taken the leap to walk the path to an idea I had brewing for a few years: taking fine art photography to the sky, and do so without apparatus but skydiving. There … More Seasons Greetings