There are places where everything speaks. The walls, the shapes, the colours. This corner of a street, with a collection of bowls, pots and patterns, is such a place.
The large, green ceramic shape in the foreground looks like a sculpture. Coarse in texture, rich in colour. The glaze shows traces of use and time. In the background hang bowls with intricate motifs, like reminders of hands that made them.
I happened to walk past this and was captivated by the layering of the sculpture. The depth, the colour, the rhythm. Everything felt like a moment that wanted to be preserved.
This picture is more than a still life. It is an encounter with craftsmanship, with culture, with a street that tells its own story. For those who love detail, history and the beauty of the imperfect.
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..
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