Yesterday I received one very special email from a sky buddy: Girl cute. Why shoot. Skies call.That’s all. Thank you Jeff! I am tempted to just add this little bit of frenglish for the flow and frame it! Girl cute. Why shoot. En chute Freefall Skies call. That’s all. I was told once one should … More Sky Call
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
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
When I started taking landscape photographs, the focus was most often on the sky I had my head in the clouds, my gaze upwards. There was always a lot of negative space as I was often told. Sure, there is no denying about it. It gave me a new found childlike amazement of the world … More That negative space, oh so positive.
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.