le premier témoignage Français .... je suis honorée de l'écrire ... vos photos sont pleine de sensibilité et de sensualité, avec une touche artistique qui vous est propre ... et une lumière particulière qui émane de vos autoportraits, vous faites partie des rares photographes masculins qui me touche et qui osez vous me… Read more

le premier témoignage Français .... je suis honorée de l'écrire ... vos photos sont pleine de sensibilité et de sensualité, avec une touche artistique qui vous est propre ... et une lumière particulière qui émane de vos autoportraits, vous faites partie des rares photographes masculins qui me touche et qui osez vous mettre à nu ... merci pour ce partage...

"It was late in the evening when K. arrived. The village was deep in snow. The Castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village, K. stood for a long time gazing into the illusory emp… Read more

"It was late in the evening when K. arrived. The village was deep in snow. The Castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village, K. stood for a long time gazing into the illusory emptiness above him..." then he took a picture. the work of k reveals what lies beneath the misty veil. or a woolen pink blanket... :) love speaks through everyone of his creations. they are for the disillusioned to believe again in life's mystery, life's beauty. he's a kindred spirit, a dreamer who makes illusions so believable. a brother gypsy soul. i see his pictures of iris in my dreams as if he had brought the moon to earth. i see a boy with violin playing the tunes of technicolor circus cheers...