Forget my name

Romantic painters around 1850 stepped out off chaotic society by depicting the beauty of nature. Inner and outer reality coincide in melancholic, spiritual, tranquil, emotional and magical images filled with colors and light. Just like the romantics I take refuge in nature. I long to escape the fuss and stress of my daily life. On my own with nature I encounter the raw/sad edges of my mind relentlessly. Photography like meditation. What is real?