Identities

  They say that our memories are the architecture of our identities. Some foundations are laid out without our control. We can decide to reshape, redesign, re- model as we grow older. Memories are this interesting expansive place where faded and vivid images, emotions, sensations can be revived, relived, they come rushing sometimes unannounced, at times welcomed, at others less. They … More Identities

Air line – where yellow shoes and a yellow line can lead you.

It all started with a vision, an impulse photo, and it became a lead, a playful pretext for story telling. So the yellow line became a spiritual line. It is also a purely abstract element, like paint on a canvas. The yellow shoes became a metaphore of self, and the walk we all take in … More Air line – where yellow shoes and a yellow line can lead you.

I had a dream

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 … More I had a dream