It’s that time of day where the sun reveals and conceals. Pockets of light pepper gnarled and ancient surfaces. At times like this I get caught between my urge to date and categorise and the unadulterated joy of simply observing the pattern of things.
There are certain places that contain patterns that have moved me time and again. As a photographer and artist, I have been drawn towards environments that seem to tug up the very foundations of what it is to be human..
And thus I have found myself in a career where attentiveness is a necessary prerequisite. In the years since I started out, something has gradually washed over me - and through me - like wine through water.
I think this visual and connective way of observing might be a by-product of my work, where thousands upon thousands of patterns and styles have been embossed onto my memory through my lens.
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