I was born in Hermannstadt – Rumania, so when I came across David Leventi’s images, I just had to post them as they remind me so much of my grandparents village. My great grandmother had this tiny house you had to climb up on these tiny stairs and the most amazing Orchard just behind her house, where I spent happy afternoons, when I was not sitting with her and eating her sweet cakes. Last year when I went home to Germany we had planned to make a trip back to Rumania, but it all proved a bit too hard and instead we flew to Barcelona. But I would love to go there again.
Today I came across Alec Soth and these are his lovely images from his series “Sleeping by the Mississippi”.
Today I have applied for Critical Mass and came across Rita Bernstein who was a top 50 winner in 2008. Here are a few of her amazing prints – Hand applied silver emulsion on Japanese gampi paper.
Who doesn’t love airports? Apart from the over priced food and bad coffee… I simply adore them because we either get to go on adventure, pick up some great friends (others aren’t really worth picking up) or watch people meet again after a long absence. A couple of years ago I got in contact with a few people from Melbourne Airport and asked if I could document comings and goings. They told me if I manage to get a photography grant I might, but I never finished writing that application as Australia hardly fund the arts…. So, last year I was almost arrested in Melbourne for taking some pictures at the airport, and then again, no one seemed to mind this time…. strange blurry little world.
I have been trying to photograph the Australian bush for a while now. I find it “too messy” just too much going on…. and the light is harsh and too white. I absolutely enjoy going bush walking, but when it comes to photographing forests I find the European/Japanese much calmer. So this time instead of concentrating on the bush I started to look forward to photographing my way…. I feel these images leave my walk up to the imagination of what it looked like, without giving evberything away, ie, where I was heading, if I was going or coming…. Some walks are hard to follow and even harder to find your way back. I remember last year, I am sure we wouldn’t have been able to make our way back without pink little ribbons around the trees, as we were in full jungle land and it all started to look a bit the same after 7 hours.





























