Strands of rope hang loosely along the mast, each with its own direction and shape. The weave is tight and rhythmic, but the loops and bends betray use and movement. Here, nothing is polished for decoration, it is working material that lives in the rhythm of the water and wind.
The colour of the rope is weathered by sun and salt.…
Your chosen art on canvas, stretched in an aluminum frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
Each photograph is a doorway to another world.
Maybe a world you recognise, maybe one you only discover as soon as you look at it.
Sometimes they are fragments of a memory that never really existed, sometimes a feeling you can't put into words.
In my photography, I search for the in-between space between dream and reality, between seeing and feeling, between the familiar and the intangible.
What you see, what you feel, what you take away from these images -…
