Tree

Trees are a recurring theme in my photographs. In many cultures they symbolize life and growth. Sometimes it seems that we have forgotten our links with nature. Trees are one of the most obvious of those links.

Hidden Constructions

Hidden constructions, hiding behind trees, the buildings we created confronted by the nature we destroy, claiming their place back from us.

Water

Water make up about three quarters of our body. They are necessary for our life and soothing for our soul. Although they are made of single drops, they seem to be a single entity. They are both alive and inanimate.

Leaf

From the falling leaves of autumn to the dry thorns of summer, leaves are around us, coloring our lives and delighting our soul.

Grass

A close relative of the leaf, grass is the happy green patch on our domestic lawn. It reminds us of the link to nature we forsaken and gives us some compensation for it.

Earth

We walk the earth, treading on the trails of our ancestors. We bury our dead in the earth, thus helping them become one with the earth we have forsaken.

In Motion

Movement, frozen in time, captured in the blur of a moment, making an alien landscape out of ordinary terrain.

Wall

We build walls, enclosing ourselves, separating ourselves, shutting ourselves in self made prisons.

Hometown

Where do we come from? Where are we going? Our hometown is the place where our roots are. Like a tree, we grow out of our hometown, but remain rooted there forever. When our hometown changes, something in us die, and we know we can never go back, never be the same again.

Rust

Rust is the sign of time, eating away the foundations of that that seems to be the most permanent of all, the hardest material, the unbreakable.

Reflections

An illusion, reflected through half transparent glass, a trick of the eye.

Sidewalk

As we step on the sidewalk, we leave our mark on it. Our shadow and the shadow of what we build is cast upon the sidewalk as the teeth of time gnaw through our cities, adding cracks here and there.

Marble

Marble is considered the material of splendor. Buildings made of marble are considered rich and magnificent, but isn't richness just another one of the illusions of human existence?