a French word that conveys a range of different meanings: brightness, fragment, to burst, to split…

This word springs to my mind as I look at the fallen flowers and leaves on the streets of New Delhi.

Accidental compositions that capture the vibrancy of fresh plants and their fate on the dusty pavements with their pastel and chalk-like backgrounds…

Crucial events may not fully make sense as they unfold in the present, but only start to piece themselves together as time passes.

A path carved in a geography of sand and minerals

Solid states, liquid states, atmospheric states

Seasonal light sublimated through fixed perspectives

Symmetry combined with assymetry

An axis to the edge of the Pacific

Reaching a place that long existed in my imagination

Through books, we may observe the unknown, the distant, the unreachable, and in that process we make sense of our own selves.

It is also the juxtaposition between the imaginary and our own lived experiences that either reinforces a feeling about a known place, recaptures a faded memory, or reveals a truth that we were unaware of.

Not settle with familiarity and explore unfamiliar territories…

The world moves and we move with it. 

Enfolded in chaos, I felt the energy of criss-crossing lives.

Unresolved narratives

Like open doors

Or small flames that keep burning

There once was a world where accidental images happened often and where life in general was much less formatted and predictable.

The shimmering sunlight after the rain

Makes the world glow

A season where warmth breaks through rainwater and stormy clouds

While observing people’s daily routines shaped around digital devices in Bangkok, I kept seeking an essence, an ideal… Questioning where our sense of Beauty resides in today’s world, in people’s minds and perceptions.

Ahead of autumn. People watching on the RER, a stroll in the first arrondissement, gimbap lunch at Palais Royal, haircut, letter writing at CDG airport, and a Japanese word to describe the last days before a season ends.

A sense of strength and fragility combined.

The strength of nature.

The fragility of nature.

The strength of human beings.

The fragility of human beings.

The strength of fragile things.

The fragility of strong things.

One tangled with the other, alternating endlessly…

The harmony of opposites.

18th floor. Bird’s-eye view. Close to the sky.

From Luberon. Where light and shadow belong together.

The completeness of incomplete drawings.