Walking through a provincial town in Latvia in the early evening, you always come across the traditional wooden houses. The houses that have survived the storms of history. The times when life was hard and money and resources scarce. A brush of paint was out of the question. They are still there and inhabited. Gradually, they are being refurbished but with that, the romantic image of decay will disappear. The romance of an old house with creaky doors and stairs. windows that no longer open. draughts along the seams. But also a garden where you can sit in the peace and shadow of the hot house in the evening with a book and let your thoughts run wild. a facade that radiates security because of its age.
My great loves are the water and everything about it. Ships, travel, history and photography. The combination is therefore very common in my photographic work. Most photographs are created intuitively. It is an image that strikes me, usually a combination of form and color in which a.. Read more…