Artistic Approach

Since I was little, I liked to sit still to listen to the sounds around me, absorbing and watching what I felt and saw. I started taking pictures to record those moments. I still remember one of those images. When looking at it you would see nothing much, the view of someone sitting in the passenger seat of a dark van, not being able to see above the dash. Outside it looks like it's snowing. And that's all. I was eight. I remember listening to gentle fall of the snow on the windshield, the slow cracking of the tiny ice particles of each snow flake hitting the heated windshield. But also the quiet of an early morning in Brooklyn in front of the Williamsburg bridge. The image looks like nothing but a child's sophomoric attempt at taking a picture with her toy camera outside her car window. The truth was that it was never about the picture, it was about the feeling, the light, the sounds and the smell of snow on an early morning. Trying to understand how to translate those things into something I could remember. Something tangible.