I parked the car I was sleeping in for that leg of the trip. Just before sunrise. I walked to where I felt the dim light exposing thew sky. I reached the arch when it was dark enough to only imagine. With the sun’s rays I could see the valley of my own shadow. The regality of life, symbiotically dancing with my desire to embrace a memory into my journal of life. (Mesa Arch, Utah, 2020)
I was walking by the Louvre, scanning the pristinely pampered gardens. Happy flowers in lilac purple, yellow and light blue. The sky was cracking for sunset, spreading clouds to welcome his majesty for one last encore. Hypnotized by the beauty of what was in front of me, around me. I stepped into a firm old arch, enveloped by its shade. The change of light made me send my eyes to a quest up, towards the ceiling. Mathematical sentences in the shape of divinity spilled into my heart. Following the story of gentle hands gentle hearts, yearning to bring beauty to the unseen. Just like a misunderstood song from the jungle, that once translated by the heart, leaving the brain to rest - becomes clear.
The setting sun poured its orange rays on the once white clouds. My heart softened by the hues, I gazed into a dimension I’ve yet to see. I flipped it in my mind and saw a convoy of camels being led by a bedouin in the Saharan dust.
Solo fly, know your terrain, trust in yourself. Beware of high voltage. (By Joshua Tree, 2020)
On my way to Joshua tree this past summer of 2020 I found myself driving alone amidst the desert kissed planes of California. Loaded with question marks and cracks in my integrity, I wondered what the colors of the sky say about life. How can visuals be so softening when the heart is gushing with anguish? Through what channel must I find trust in myself for creating clarity? I found that God aka Mother Divine aka Gaia aka Source loves us unconditionally. And the colors of the sky are painted for us to find inspiration in the name of love. The redemption was already made millennia ago by Her, but the application of it on this plane involves the human element.
I always wonder what people in airplanes see from their window. (New York, 2017)
A cloud the size of a cliff challenged my thoughts about the elements. It might seem that the air cannot move the mountain, but the mountain moves within that matter is close to air. (Utah, 2020)
Walking in water up to my waist, I came across this wall that for a moment there felt like the ground I was looking at from above. Gaining perspective takes time. (Zion, 2020)
In the first years of shooting more professionally I found that observation is preliminary to a good photo. Just sitting there, watching the crafty rugged hands of a man who’s been blowing bubbles this size for a while. Smelling the air, feeling the firmness of the bench I was sitting on. Listening to the leaves whisper beneath the chaotic human chatter. Feeling the light fracture on the thin soapy water. Simple. Colorful. Beautiful. Poof. (Manhattan, 2015)
What I used to deem as human characteristics I now learn is mastered by nature. Support, unconditional support, trust, stillness. As I write these words I am in the deepest process of releasing old patterns of lack of integrity, of dishonesty. Through terrifying conversations I am learning about my shadows. Adherence to nature, the the ever-changing, ever-forgiving heart of Gaia shows me humility. Surrender. Trust. Love.
I like to paint with photography. To study not only the textures and motions of matter, but to learn about human nature, to express it through a still image. Standing atop a pool far from New York city, thinking what lack of air could feel like. Remembering the time I almost drowned while scuba diving in Colombia.
That roof in Harlem enveloped the setting for where I would take the picture that would move my heart into its place. It was a picture of a courageous soul, with the deepest of eyes. On the set with us was a friend I had met in Burning man months before. He held this Himalayan necklace on the background of that soul’s earthly artwork. It was an offering for good luck on a new journey I did not know I was about to take.
This image is about coming clean. It’s about the nature of change seasonality brings with it. Seasons of the soul, season of the mind, seasons of the heart. Participating in the cyclicality of it all. Learning, being given a chance to reflect on a season. To hear the growth of your own leaves, to see them paint the color of this version of yourself. Upon shedding, allowing the birth of a new version to appear, rooted in being exposed. Let the wind carry the what needs to leave, the ground to swallow it, turn it into life. To be seen, by yourself. (Bryce, 2020)
Look for the signs. Follow your heart. Listen to your gut. Honor your intuition. Be yourself. Trust Life. Move forward. (California, 2020)
What is that force the pushes the mountain to become what it is. Perhaps the same force that pushes us to be who we are. And the moon? The moon pulls us to that place, and oversees us grow, and fall, and rise, and laugh, and cry, and manifest, and be. (California, 2020)
The landscape in Joshua Tree left me in awe. Structures like sculptures, rocks like giants, telling a story unknown to the modern mind. Listening to the rocks rolling on others, maybe just by coincidence, maybe placed there by Her. (Joshua Tree, 2020)
Most likely untouched for billions of years, as we erect buildings and pave roads by the silent giants. Those that carry wisdom from formation of matter, for us to step on - live on. For us to create a life on and focus on ourselves so intensely at times that we forget the layers of Gaia’s soul. (Utah, 2020)
Climb to this place where you can find stillness. Sit there, and breathe. You will find perspective, a vantage point from which you can see the darkness, you can see the light, and you can see the beautiful relationship between them. (Catskills, 2017)
Protected by the softness of what is, it remains for us to choose if to look for the wrongdoings and how it doesn’t work, or if to look at what does work. At the beauty of what is. The beauty and grace in suffering, in pain, in nature, in life. (Brooklyn, 2017)
Whether it’s Zen or Chaos is for you to decide. (Oculus, 2018)
The control tower in Ben Gurion airport has a unique look when you stop and take the time to see it. (Lod, 2016)
Architecture reveals the mystery of loving hearts. Women and men drawn to the aesthetics, translating their imagination from the source into the form. The purest form of manifestation, positioned agains the setting sun, chiseling out characters from stone. (Paris, 2016)
The eyes say it all. A reminder that capturing shackled beauty on a leash take the essence of beauty away. Freedom is Beauty. Beauty is Freedom. (Upstate NY, 2016)