BLUES

Minimalists fascinate me.

People like Yves Klein, with his endless search for one perfect blue. Jiro Ono, still refining the simplest sushi well into his nineties. Kelly Reichardt, proving that silence can say more than dialogue ever could.

I admire their lifelong obsession with a single material. The attention to detail.
The patience and perseverance to strip things down to the core.

If I had even half that dedication, I’d probably devote my life to minimalist landscapes.
Chasing the perfect horizon, the perfect light, the perfect conditions for the ultimate picture.

But that’s not me. I’m the kind of person who gets obsessed with photography one week, wants to direct indie films the next, and then dives back into advertising the week after.

So this is what you get. A collection of far-from-perfect minimalist landscape imagery. Still, I kind of like them.