Biography
I make my photographs at the rand of land. Sea throws little drawings there. She sculptures with the wind, water and sand. Thats how she drops her spirits; suddenly they appear; here and now, for just a moment in this constellation. everly travelling, returing but never the same. They carry 'always' and 'never', 'ever'and 'staying';'nothing' and 'letting go'. 'Be', 'not being', untill low tide changes into high tide.
They carry and are what the spectator sees, a portrait, if you like.
The sea gives and takes, I take and give.
