Surfers
They are always there, the waves. Rolling in endlessly, sculpting the coast, giving and taking lives and property. Their loud eternal grasping for the shore always failing. They lift us up as were we kings and queens. We feel their loyal submission under our logs, solid, tangible, as reassuring as the ground on which we otherwise walk. Moments later the illusion is destroyed in fickle swoops of froth. Yet we seek it out, time and time again, this destruction because the path there is filled with such intense, mind-absorbing pleasure. They challenge and reward, raise us without effort to heights we have never seen, always reminding us of our insignificance and passing importance. Such is their being, ever-changing, moody. Only when one triumphs over the failure poured over can one ever be called a surfer. It is only when one has fallen, and risen up, that one really stands. To all the unsurfed waves.
Drivers
These photographs study drivers on the motorways of Europe. Some drivers are intensely focused on the task of driving, others are relaxed, even seemingly uninterested. Yet others are busy with other things, texting with their mobile or looking down, thoughts far away. Heavy rain and dreary skies impact the mood of the drivers and the photographs. Some drivers seem to experience some unknown despair or anger. In out-of-focus images drivers seem to form part of the very vehicle they are driving. Families, holiday equipment and bags are being transported. Some passengers are intently, or anxiously, studying the road ahead. In some photos, a tense moment between the driver and the passenger has been caught. In others, a driver or a passenger has observed the camera being aimed in their direction, wondering what is the purpose of being photographed.
Photographers
Today, everybody is a photographer and more photos are taken than ever before. Project coming shortly.
