Journey To An Arcadian Garden

The journey; a transient look at other worlds and geographical differences, a look at the strange and unusual, and an escape from the mundane and the social weight of the everyday, a flight into the lives of others and a feeling of liberation. The Egyptian desert is a place, which I have now continued to visit and re-visit over a period of four years, and is a place that is constantly calling to me.

A journey into the desert is parallel to a return to the womb, free from social entrapment, a place of immense power and beauty, in all its forms between life and death. It is unyielding, life is harsh but beautifully simple, free from asphyxiation, free from mind numbing appliances such as the television, it’s free from the obsessions of progressions and politics. Its organic and all your senses become acute and wonderfully active, it’s a place where you can breath without modern restrictions, possibly one of the last places on earth to remain this way.

The desert is vast and many would say empty, however I see it full and replete, it is full of life and spirit, I found a great companion in the solitude, there is nobody to count on but yourself and I fell in love with her and every time I go I give myself to her completely. I have a great trust in the desert and I believe that without that trust she would give me nothing. Like the veiled woman she is mysterious and intriguing but she is not romantic and can show you death at the touch of the wind, a place where you can find great humility and modesty.

She holds a great spirituality, she is a chameleon, photography has existed in the desert for many many years, with the first expeditions to find archaeological sites and findings from thousands of years before discovered and revealed. My photographs are not about the Pharaohs, but a simple expression of a complex thought. An escape and a discovery.