Our love for contemporary music made us think in recent years about the reasons why some parameters are kept invariant in artistic expression, often for no reason other than tradition.
This is almost the same as improvisation in jazz. And it’s very familiar and close to me, as I was a rock musician in the past.
The basement is so suffocatingly hot and humid from the sardine-packed writhing bodies that the walls are dripping with sweat.
I realized a long time ago that as a Photographer, one was indeed a collector of memories, not just my own, but of all the people I photographed.
How do I describe what light means to me, falling on faces, buildings, land and urbanscapes, or, just in its own state of being?