
The light falls at an angle and reaches only this low branch. Red is showing through the yellow, not yet at its deepest; behind it the wood stays dark and says nothing.
Photography is the other eye that runs beside the research — what the film keeps is the light of that day, the stillness of that moment. This eye is quieter than words.
For me, photography is a way of looking and of telling. For nearly thirty years it has run beside the research — one reaching in through words, the other through light.
The work falls into eleven series: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, Tideline, Landscape, Street, Xpan, Silver Halide, Lisbon, and Singapore. Less a deliberate project than a record pushed along by light and the seasons.
Together they form a slow way of looking — quieter than words, warmer than data.