I have been flying transatlantic routes for over two decades, crossing the Atlantic more times than I can count. Each flight is a different sky, a different light, a different perspective on the world below. The cockpit has taught me to observe — slowly, carefully, without rushing to conclusions.
Photography came naturally from this habit of observation. I started carrying a camera on layovers, first to document, then to interpret. The cities I land in are not destinations to me — they are chapters. Tokyo at 5am, Lisbon in the golden hour, New York in a January snowstorm. Each one has its own character, its own rhythm.
Oil painting is a different conversation. Where photography captures what is, painting captures what I felt. The two disciplines live side by side for me — one precise, one free. This site is where they meet.