Jag jobbar endast med Dreamstime.com.

Veckans fotograf mellan July 19, 2011 and July 26, 2011.

Who are you photography? Why such question? Otherwise how? How could I talk to the light? I am trying to plunge into its world and bring it to the surface under the shape of letters. What an impossible mission has been assigned to me. It is as if I would rudely and constantly rummage the mystery of the infinite man. But...do you remember the shooting starts? ...well, knead infinite stars in your palm and then, as genuinely as a child, throw them back into the universe. Men and worlds will emerg...
 

Jag jobbar endast med Dreamstime.com.

Veckans fotograf mellan July 19, 2011 and July 26, 2011.

Who are you photography?

Why such question? Otherwise how? How could I talk to the light? I am trying to plunge into its world and bring it to the surface under the shape of letters. What an impossible mission has been assigned to me. It is as if I would rudely and constantly rummage the mystery of the infinite man. But...do you remember the shooting starts? ...well, knead infinite stars in your palm and then, as genuinely as a child, throw them back into the universe. Men and worlds will emerge. Somewhere out there, a tiny bit of light is my world and the light within it.

Through light, all things have shape and enhance effect. Light reveals itself to me and I am surprised. I do not believe in shapes and colors. . . . I do not even know if they truly exist. I do not believe in the moral of shapes, I do not believe in the moral of lightless words, I do not believe that . . . I do not believe that light is ultimate or absolute . . . I press the shutter towards infinite worlds . . . (even my world), and they all fall mingled through the child's fingers and they settle plainly on the silverish forever. A soulful image. I close the shutter . . . darkness in the hand of the lightless child.

Wondering what all this has got to do with photography?

This is how I feel it.
This is my creed . . . ABOUT LIGHT.