Still life with medicine bottles from a previous occupant of my house. He was an ornamental midwife and castrator for the region in the 1920s and 1930s and for years he poured the disused glass into a pit next to his farm. Now, almost 100 years later, I come across them working in the orchard. A beautiful stilled memory of what once was.
Real encounters with people all over the world have attracted me from childhood. Traveling uninhibitedly unknown countries and continents and making contact with their residents. Those contacts with people in other parts of the world have taught me that the basic emotions of all people are the same. Unknown makes.. Read more…