I love watching people going about their business, playing,
walking, dreaming, loving, alone in their thoughts,
and immune from the outside world. This is the moment when
they are in harmony with their surroundings,
pure, naked, unaware and honest. Occasionally my photographs
are absent of people, but hopefully there is
still a personal presence to them, as if somebody was once
there but has moved on. For me both are the same.
Good photographs are alive—magnetic, pulsating, passionate,
and soulful. Softly speaking to me in low whispering
voices—telling me something about myself, telling a story, or
revealing to me something about what I am viewing.
Never silent, photographs have rhythm, and movement—they
are impulsive, personal, and spontaneous.
A scene unfolds, in a split-second it is frozen—captured, and
then poof, it is gone, never to appear again.
I don’t have any preconceived plan of what I wish to
photograph. I shoot randomly—waiting for the spontaneity,
watching, waiting, until an image appears before me. If I
consciously look for something specific, it will never
happen, everything will always be invisible to me. However,
when I wander with a receptive heart, breathe, watch,
and wait, opportunities open up to me. My photographs are as
much about me as what I seeing. My projects have
no beginning and no end. It is all unfinished business.
