In this series of photographs I’ve taken of the raging sea battering against the edge of a cliff, you will not only witness the transitions, change, and the passing of time but the effect of it.
We think too small, like the frog at the bottom of the well. He thinks the sky is only as big as the top of the well. If he surfaced, he would have an entirely different view.
I want art galleries, I want forests, I want waterfalls, I want oceans, I want long drive, I want concerts, I want book stores, I want rooftops, I want kisses, I want star gazing, I want to travel, I want to feel…
Matching people, matching random pairs, matching colors, matching items and everything that is matching in between go good together even though they don’t always make sense…
Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.