In the beginning they were shadow

In the beginning they were shadow. Lurking in the mist.

At the time all I could see was black caped shapes, with large shoulders (they were the 80’s after all). Faceless figures moving silently in some kind of foggy atmosphere.

I often questioned myself about their appearance, why then, why there?

It was during my last year at art school. By then I’ve lost all interest in painting and was concentrating on photography. I already had a career of fashion/portrait photographer laid out for me. But I felt the urge to draw, just for myself, just to see, to understand.

I mostly kept those drawings secret, they were a sort of diary, too personal to share.

In the meantime I would be incessantly taking pictures, of friends, of my surroundings.

In my photographic work the accent was on theatrical settings, mask-like makeup, costumes. And in my drawings I was duplicating a similar process, but unable to use a physical camera to take pictures of what was going on inside my mind, I had to rely on pens and paper.

The results are 25 years of images, mapping the process of individuation, going on within myself.