I am a wanderer.
For years I've struggled to explain my perspective in words. I still do.
The photographs I take speak more accurately about the things that move me than any sentence I could string together with words. The interplay of colour, light, lines and nuances. Simplicity is but a facade for deeper complexity.
Like everything though, the things that inspire me are transient just like the emotions that draw me to them. Sometimes I like chaos, at times I yearn for order. The varying state of my mind exposed and reflected in every image.
And yet, with all the coming and going, one thing remains forever constant. Not once have I needed to search for beauty. Beauty forever surrounds me.
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.
- John Berger