Eyes may be windows to the soul; but windows are the eyes and soul of a building. The character of the architecture is defined largely by the type and style of windows that are used in its construction. Paris is a city of filled with wonderful windows, French windows as they are called in English, where the frames swing inward, allowing one to pass through to a balcony suspended above the tree tops, allowing in light and breezes to refresh interior spaces.
Windows permit one to see into the heart of a building, to glimpse what is going on beyond the panes of glass, hinting at the lives lived behind the walls. And they permit one to see out, to view the world and all its happenings through a frame of glass and wood. Windows allow for an exchange of elements and energy, giving life and vitality to a space. Uncovered windows are welcoming, inviting. They draw us in. And they draw out.
In homage to my love of windows, I have created a series of photos, "Parisian Windows," exploiting the notion of a frame within the frame. The photos are inherently voyeuristic. They invite the viewer to look, to examine, unabashedly, shamelessly. They reveal different moods, each one inviting the viewer to imagine a back story.
With reflections upon the glass and the play of light and shadow, the photos are soft, dream-like, contemplative, evoking the same feelings an an autumn rain or a classical nocturne, poetry borne of glass and wood.
Until next time...