Tuileries
Paris, France. 2022
Fine art print, unframed.
Printed on museum-quality Hahnemühle Bamboo 290g paper.
Limited edition of 15. Numbered and hand signed.
Each 40 x 40 cm - 60 x 60 cm print comes with an even 4 cm white border surrounding the entire print. Each 80 x 80 cm - 110 x 110 cm print comes with an even 10 cm white border surrounding the entire print.
All sales are final. Learn more about Shipping & Return Policy.
Paris, France. 2022
Fine art print, unframed.
Printed on museum-quality Hahnemühle Bamboo 290g paper.
Limited edition of 15. Numbered and hand signed.
Each 40 x 40 cm - 60 x 60 cm print comes with an even 4 cm white border surrounding the entire print. Each 80 x 80 cm - 110 x 110 cm print comes with an even 10 cm white border surrounding the entire print.
All sales are final. Learn more about Shipping & Return Policy.
Paris, France. 2022
Fine art print, unframed.
Printed on museum-quality Hahnemühle Bamboo 290g paper.
Limited edition of 15. Numbered and hand signed.
Each 40 x 40 cm - 60 x 60 cm print comes with an even 4 cm white border surrounding the entire print. Each 80 x 80 cm - 110 x 110 cm print comes with an even 10 cm white border surrounding the entire print.
All sales are final. Learn more about Shipping & Return Policy.
Kébémer, Sénégal
Januuary 17, 2021
We plan our existence around the choices we think will bring meaning to our breath, forgetting that freedom can only be touched when we let go of everything we knew to be true. We build ecosystems out of steel and concrete, invading the powerful subtleties of nature’s intelligence, seeking answers that never come.
What if the journey became about learning how to live in the mystery? What if the mystery was never about us but about how much we’re willing to give with an open heart? What if remaining open to the unseen miracles meant stepping into the bravery of our own destiny?
We carry within us layers of memory, pieces of the greater whole that guide us through the spaciousness of living. And just when we find comfort in the simplicity of being, we keep going, not realizing that everything we’ve ever wanted has already happened.