work is based on the deep love and admiration of life and creature, interfered
by permanent presence of transience. How can one enjoy the beauty of creature
and loveliness of a movement being aware of it fading away the next instant
into nothing? Or is finiteness what gives life its meaning? It wouldn’t be the
same emotion if we could reproduce these moments infinitely often. It hurts
that all is threatened by transience, I would wish to persist all the power of
lost and destruction. I would want to make the moment eternal but wouldn't this
destroy the magic? The mourning over the decease inspires me and makes me
explore different routes to find ways to share these emotions.
All the images shown here are limited editions of handcrafted and signed fine art prints.
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