The light tells a story.
It always had for me as a photographer. It took me on a latitude and it spoke poetry.
In meditation we are often told to imagine a light flowing through the body.
It was a dark time in my life battling a burn out and living in what is the most beautiful but also most closed up place in terms of human warmth and connection.
This time I wanted the light to speak to me in a different way. I decided to make cyanotypes and be guided by whatever came onto the paper, or the stretched moroccan sheepskin traditionally used to make instruments .
I wanted to clear my mind of all thinking, so I placed random shapes and objects, with only a vague abstract composition with what I had at hand..
Later I looked for a narrative, a character, a scene through the shapes, drawing or seeing over.