It is not enough to love your camera, to love photography and to love travel. Good portraits are about loving people, other humans, those that co-inhabit our earth. Looking at them with compassion, togetherness, curiosity and the wish to belong to this fascinating and colorful range of humanity.
Isn’t every moment a step further into the unknown? We think we know where we are going, we have it all planned out, then life reminds us of the futility of our false certainty. I welcome the unknown, I want to live in the joy of discovery, to be surprised by life, to meet the future with an open mind.
I took these images today at the amazing James Turrell exhibit in Shanghai.
Something as simple as an obstructing the light of the sun, creates a world of wonder and a vast playground for the imagination. And shadows have a mind of their own, creating a new reality, ask Peter Pan.
Counting down to the 8th of April and very excited to travel to Germany for my photography exhibition at Wallstyle Gallery in Duesseldorf. It is incredibly heartwarming to see the impeccable preparation from the side of the gallery, their high standards in human dealing and their dedication and love to art.
I am also so grateful to friends who are traveling from near and far and sometimes VERY far to be with me and my family in this inspiring time of my photographic journey.
Off to the airport in a few hours, inspired, ready and happy.
Have you ever been lost in the process of your art? Have you ever visited that place where time stands still and you are transported on the wings of creativity? So much peace attends this state and it is a wonderful gift to be in the presence of its happening.
Isn’t that why we chase art from place to place and beg to be in its world? Photos are of my daughter inside the state of her music earlier this evening.
How often do I catch myself walking in the city with my eyes down watching the pavement and the flow of faceless people passing by. The city can do that to us, it can make us reduce humanity to a flow of bodies passing by, forgetting that each one of them has a story, a life and a face.