A long overnight flight home is always a good time for introspection…. (especially in a window seat at the emergency exit, with a full moon outside :-) I feel blessed being able to do the things I am doing… blessed for the health of my family… and blessed that, even though we are literally scattered throughout the world, once every so often, we suddenly appear to be together in one geographical place – simply enjoying being. -anton Tweet
When i was in Mexico in the fall of 2008, during the Day of the Dead festivities in Oaxaca, i made the first image of was to become a life long project. I knew when i had made the image, that something had happened. But i needed long talks with family and friends to be able to put my finger on what it meant exactly… David, being in Mexico as well, was the first i could talk to. At the time i had no clue how my developing visual language... Read the Rest →
A story set in Oaxaca, Mexico, during the Day of the Dead (Dia de los Muertos), about the ghosts that are the fleeting moments of our existence in this world.