About me

The first hint that my destiny was locked in to become an artist, was those days in my father’s basement darkroom, helping him with his black and white photography. The magic of the images slowly appearing on the paper immersed in liquid caught my imagination. And the many faces of people that I had never met, now in my control as i washed them in the developer, made it a study of features and emotion. It was an early course I didn’t recognize I had taken until art school.

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