Journal
Fragments of a creative life
On the train - Life as it passes
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
The simplicity and minimalism of certain compositions, the quiet power of a red filter placed in front of a lens.
People often laugh when I say I enjoy traveling by train. We live in a culture of the NOW (or even YESTERDAY), where everything is compressed and accelerated, and we are slowly unlearning how to experience time itself.
For me, trains do the opposite. They restore a sense of distance and duration. They create a space where I can simply look out of the window and let thoughts drift, where observation becomes a natural form of reflection and, inevitably, a source of work.
Of course, this is usually accompanied by a good (bad), absurdly expensive coffee kindly not sponsored by the onboard bar.
Beyond that, trains are also an extraordinary study of human behaviour: postures, rhythms, clothing, micro-gestures, even the poetry of people trying (and failing) to sleep comfortably. A moving laboratory for quick gesture drawing and for quietly observing
life as it passes.
Elena - a few shots
I do not generally do portraits but sometimes, with the right subject, it’s good to stop, look, think and enjoy the beauty of light and people.
I do not generally do portraits but sometimes, with the right subject, it’s good to stop, look, think and enjoy the beauty of light and people.
Good memories of my years in New York, and what this beautiful city brought and represented in my life.
