How many mornings like this one do I have left ?

What you see everyday becomes invisible. Presence is to get past that.

3 weeks in. Already wondering if the habit will turn into something more, if it will open some kind of door of the psyche. Of course, I’m aware that a focus on the outcome rather than the process is a recipe for failure and disenchantment. So there’s tension. And I will stay with it, see…

Today I tried to reconcile the ideas that the universe doesn’t care about us, angry scared little apes on a spinning rock and, on the other hand, what seems to be its limitless welcoming of everything that comes from a right place, this place being most of the time stripped of the impetuous need of…

This shot was taken from a hill where there were a lot of trees. They chopped them all off to sell the wood some months ago. At the time it was like a war zone.

One day from nothing came something, the universe expanded and one thread led to this moment. Sometimes I walk around and I breathe and I take for granted this journey.With a photograph, I actively ask what I am doing here and I struggle and I dance with the elusive nature of everything that is, for…

You can document the outside. The inside, what it reaches, what it creates, and evocates, that’s the riddle. A riddle that carves a temple in the silence.

A sense of space, when I feel constricted, is readily available. Pay attention and sit with your emotion and channel it in a photograph. I like to be able to bite in a black and white, its texture, its tonal range. I want to bite in it with rage, to bite in this stillness, this…