I’m startled out of another daydream as I hear my wife Anna’s voice: “You’re doing it again, aren’t you?”
And yes – I am.
She caught me in one of my regular rituals: squinting through the living room window, one eye closed, trying to align the slats of the venetian blinds with rooftops and chimneys in the distance. Line and shape simmer beneath the horizon of my consciousness – uninvited, but insistent.
She chuckles and smiles, knowingly. She knows me intimately, all my foibles and habits, and loves me unconditionally none-the-less.
This is her legacy.
I’ve always “seen” this way. But before I saw – I felt:
My dad repaired car bodywork. He’d run his fingers across the metal with his eyes closed – searching for high spots, low spots, the subtle imperfections that only touch could reveal. A tap with the planishing hammer here, a stroke of the body-file there. Sometimes he’d place my small hand beneath his: “Can you feel that?”
That was my first lesson in form – That’s where I learned to see. Not with a camera, but with dusty, cracked fingertips, and eyes closed.
He taught me to see ripples in bodywork by noticing reflections. I watched how light danced across other surfaces too: civic handrails, reflections in shop windows, shadows flickering beneath trees on a spring morning.
This is his legacy.
Meanwhile, my mum stoically held back the torrent. She would build incredible worlds in my mind with nightly stories of wonderful creatures and distant lands. Stories of defiance, of conscience, of self-belief, determination and integrity – and these stories became values I lived my life by: Integrity; Empathy; Humility. She nourished my creativity.
This is her legacy.
People called me a quiet kid, among other things. We have different labels these days, and I’m working on that 🙂
As I grew, I discovered how light mapped the contours of the human form – delicately, exquisitely. I can’t remember precisely how or when – perhaps it just crept up on me through my teenage years.
Now I work with the human form as a sculptural subject. My practice is deliberate, built around trust, care and sensitivity.
That way of seeing never left me. It guides my work now – quietly, sometimes bouncing between conscious and subconscious. Analytical; Curious; Paying close attention to gesture, rhythm & balance; Line, shape and shadow.
This is my legacy.
Most of my shoots are quiet collaborations. I welcome models who value clarity, rehearsal, and emotional safety. Mostly I work with female models, but not exclusively. Experience isn’t essential. What matters is that collaborators feel safe, heard, and respected.
I plan shoots with care — moodboards, wardrobe ideas, and space to adjust tone as needed. I work mostly in monochrome. The aim is always the same: to create images that feel honest, grounded, and… quiet. My goal isn’t perfection, but only a job well done. Maintaining composure, eliminating spectacle, and fostering that end-of-shoot feeling of quiet satisfaction.
If any of that resonates, I’d be glad to hear from you.
This is your legacy.
Have a wonderful day.