We are no longer quite ourselves. As we step out of the house on a fine evening between four and six, we shed the self our friends know us by and become part of that vast republican army of anonymous trampers, whose society is so agreeable after the solitude of one’s own room.
Virginia Woolf
These long time series oft photographs explore different sites with an analytical, searching gaze.
An observing relationship towards our environment. Putting oneself in A fascination with cultural codes is apparent and deliberate in the images.
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