on photographing the human spirit

I'm obsessed with trying to capture human realtionships. Maybe it's to do with the fact that -before everything else- I qualified as a clinical psychologist. Maybe it has to do with the fact that even before that my ultimate passion was acting. Maybe it is all one and the same, still today I seem obsessed with observing, understanding, and sometimes trying to capture the little gestures of life that give away the spirit. It's what I hope makes me good at my job, and allows me to approach people that live such different lives from mine.

I love how the body speaks. I love that for the most part it does not know how to lie. Maybe that is why I love photographing children so much, because they don't even try to tame that beast. They let it roam free indifferent to weather it looks good or not.

I love how they are not afraid to touch, squeeze, hug, kiss. There is an honesty there, a transparency that we loose with time, with age, with so called wisdom, that we only rediscover to some extent when we are inhibriated and we let our bodies, and our faces run wild with spirit and expression, and then shudder whenever someone photographs it.