At an old abandoned farmhouse, I was captivated by the beauty of decay where the paint let loose.
White is not a color. White holds no heat. White reflects. White gives.
At an old abandoned farmhouse, I was captivated by the beauty of decay where the paint let loose.
White is not a color. White holds no heat. White reflects. White gives.
Your chosen art on canvas, stretched in an aluminum frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
Most photographers have a clear interest in certain subjects and are specialized in them. I prefer to leave it open...My gaze is always shifting towards a new horizon. Different starting points and challenges make my love for photography inexhaustible. Yet I am fond of 2 things: emptiness and silence. Both often come back in my images. They unleash creativity in me and all my senses are on edge. Suddenly I see something that wasn't there before...It's actually a…
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