The soft light of winter shines on a snowy flat. A solitary Buffalo walks purposefully on the glowing snow casting a shadow, its silent companion.
A small drawing of a leaf in my travel drawing book became a leaf of colors. I like to work with limited patterns. I apply them to something real that I see.
The beginning idea was a metal hook.
If the desert were a sea and the crops that men extracted form the harsh land became alive in a different way, those patterns of life would feed hearts and spirits when seen from the sky. I saw these patterns flying above Utah, coming back from California and imagined their colors.
I love taking photographs of land patterns, more precisely crop patterns, when we fly. They tell the story of the interaction of men and the landscapes they live in. I choose a few patterns and transform them with colors, and their new stories become different, yet anchored still in landscape.