Ireland
In just a little over a month, I'll be unveiling my upcoming solo exhibition at Island Gallery (all details in here). As always, the anticipation is building, and this time, the theme holds a special place in my heart. My approach to photography has always been somewhat instinctual, a skill honed over years of practice since my childhood. However, when it comes to putting together an exhibition, it's about crafting a coherent narrative around a chosen theme.
The process extends far beyond that initial spark of an idea. There's the actual shooting, the heart of the experience, where I gather the essence of what will hang on the gallery walls. It's a blend of planning, a dance with the unknown ever-changing landscape and weather, and an openness to new experiences. These moments become the core memories associated with each image hanging in the gallery.
For this exhibition, I embarked on a journey to Ireland, eager to discover what this distant island would offer me. It was a trip filled with photography, exploration, and, most importantly, shared moments with my best "assistant" ever – my father. (No, I didn't allow him to carry, prepare, drive, or shoot anything... he's not quite cut out for the role in that regard!)
This week I'm sharing here some pics of my trip, some impressions from random places that came up when I recall those days.
Down here is my favorite companion, wearing my red hat - he complained a lot about it, so I feel it's only fair to point out that I insisted on his 'fashion choice. (^^).
