Making images involves crawling around on my hands and knees, inches away from the plants that flourish around my home in the mountains of Catalunya. Once I look through the camera I am drawn beneath the surface, like a diver underwater. Whatever had caught the attention of my naked eye, disappears or becomes surprisingly uninteresting. Revealed instead in this encounter that can occur just footsteps away from my front door is a transformation.
I move around inside this space with my lens wide open. Color, shape and essence come in and out of focus. My breath controls my movement, linking me to that of a particular plant that is, in that moment, touched by wind or light.
My opportunity to create the physical stillness I require to render the vision exists for only a split second. I move through the images in real time, journeying through my emotional involvement and a shared spiritual mystery.
Once I look through the camera I am drawn beneath the surface, like a diver underwater.