I put my yellow’s on Went for a wander The wind wispers Ahead, straight on! I didnt see anybody But Humanity In a struggle A puzzle A muzzle. Talk to me Sing to me Lead me Inspire me Surprise me Don’t hurt me.
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
« 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
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
An artist’s work is about attitude and process – it should not be separated from their life. There is no life /work balance. It’s all one and the same – an artist life is in itself a work of art – or should be. Perhaps any life as a matter of fact is. Comes in all shapes and … More The art of life or a life of Art
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.
Identity, an entity made of a kaleidoscope of where we come from, where we went, where we are going, and the bagage we gleaned on the way. We can try to escape our roots but do we really? at the risk of falling at the first gust of wind. We can tru to run away … More Deep in your skin