Along the winding path, inside the hedgerows; playful field birds hop branches within. Alongside, enigmatic labyrinths of gnarly spaces in-between meander with red berries vibrating rich alchemy.
I dream to be here, and photographs become dreams as I rise up over hills, feet drenched in wet grass, side by side the curious farm animals peeping out from sleeping fields. Behind the lens lies the trance – a state of hyper reality; a sumptuous intricacy of nature’s woven carpet, rolling over and caressing distant places, frees me from the constraints of the common reality. Here, nature pleads we take notice and find ourselves deeply within a blade of dewy grass, a distant hill, or alongside a winding paths besot with playful birds. This series of photographs were taken between September and December 2012 and represent a period of upheaval and huge changes in my life and circumstances. In essence, They recall the epigram by Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr, “Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” meaning, ‘The more things seem to change, they more they stay the same.’ In these hills, and the surrounding countryside; I sense the universal truth forever remains the same.