There is nothing that special to see when looking at me. I'm a painter who paints day in day out, from morning till evening - figure pictures and landscapes, more rarely portraits.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I look at everything in an artistic way.
I still find doing portraits a terrific challenge, but even though I've done hundreds of them, I've never stopped questioning the very nature of portraiture because it deals exclusively with appearances. I've never believed people are what they look like and think it's impossible to really know what people are.
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.
If I'm painting, I paint every day. I'll be up in the studio from 8:00 in the morning to 8:00 at night.
When a moment in front of me appears to be particularly special, whether it be by beauty or experience, I capture it. I usually find a reason to justify taking that photo - symmetry, or color, or contrast - and it's my hope that my photography sheds light onto what I see and do on a daily basis.
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.
I crave to be able to photograph the way a painter paints - in a loose, expressive way.
I have been told that some of my photographs maybe indicate that I am a painter.
I don't paint. I am a hobbyist photographer, so I relate to the visual arts that way, but I'm not a painter.
I tell you it's no joke to paint a portrait. I wonder that I am not more timid when I begin. I feel almost certain that I can do it. It seems very simple. I don't think of the time that is sure to come when I almost despair, when the whole thing seems hopeless.