Wednesday, 22 July 2009

The art of seeing

"The question is not what you look at but what you see." Henry David Thoreau
Art has this wonderful capacity to make us look at the things we already know and let us feel as though we've never seen it before.
Very often I would hear remarks from people asking why I would revisit a place ("You've already seen it") is the popular reply. The short answer is, no I haven't, because it changes continuously as the light changes and shifts. We tend to forget that fact when we feel so overwhelmed by the mundaness of routine, but we shouldn't. There's truly no one moment alike.

When I go for a hike in the backyard, take a deep breath of fresh air & look around - I realise anew how beautiful it is, different - but still beautiful.

Wednesday, 15 July 2009


It feels as though I haven't taken pictures in a while, everywhere I walk I see shadows morphing into negative space imagery. As with many things worth while it asks time. Where's that camera?
I've been sketching meanwhile - faces - have an idea I toggle with to create the sketches into colour with a screen printing finish. Haven't finalised a colour scheme yet, actually I have no idea what I want to use!

Thursday, 9 July 2009

Stock photos versus personal

It is rarely when a client realises that stock photography - even though it's of great quality and diversity - is by no means personal or specific to the client's business environment. Therefore I was quite impressed when a current client requested I shoot photo's specific to their design. And of course it was a lot more fun for me to interact with the client and have a little more control of the outcome of the overall image impression.

I also discovered that it creates wonderful opportunities to stumble upon beautiful abstracts. This photo was of course not used, but I couldn't resist not to shoot with those alluring shadows.

Thursday, 2 July 2009


When you discover something on your own, it possesses a larger acre of your heart - a delapitated building with magical light; a broken garden statue; a favourite toy found in the bottom drawer or a beauty inside someone you never thought you'd know...