We’ve been lucky, I said. We’ve been able to live by what we love. And to live painting, as we have, wherever we have, is to live passion and imagination and connection and adoration, all the best of life - to be more alive than the rest.
Extracted from The Passion of Artemisia, by Susan Vreeland.
I have loved the world in reflections since those days when I was a small child traveling to my Nana and Grandad’s house in Invercargill.
The swampy creek that ran alongside State Highway 1 over near Berwick was almost always a place of perfect reflections. No one realised probably but I was contemplating that world so perfectly reflected, wondering if it might be another world, a parallel world perhaps, a magical world.
These days, I have discovered I can go some way to photographing those worlds reflected in puddles. And I love it. The rain stopped for a while today, the sun came out and voila, there we all were, out on the beautiful streets of this city.
So ... here’s a little of the beauty I find in Genova, in reflection.