“Be the change you want to see in the world.” Mahatma Gandhi
Thank you for looking at my page. I love to hear any feedback, so please feel free to comment. I try to work from the heart as I believe to open and share what is in your heart is what it means to be happy and to truly love. My images are all personal and mostly positive as I am a strong believer in keeping a positive and happy mind. I hope you enjoy the work. I love working with other creative people so if you want to model or work on a joint piece of work I would love to hear from you.
About me:
I travel extensively to produce my images, many of which are taken in natural environments.
My work is influenced by the words of Rumi, a 13th-century mystic. I have had a long-term interest in Buddhism, which is often reflected in my work.
I use my camera to record, to make sense of the world. Like a navigation tool that marks my way, so that I can find my way back to treasures I have previously discovered. These treasures are moments of knowledge. Moments when I have found peace. In this busy world of noise and speed, where we rarely stop and see where we are, and where we have been, my camera acts as a brake. My images are like marker flags to states of mind that I want to return to or that I would like to remember.
The mind is such a fluctuating organism, forever looking for stimulation, yet it is forced to be still in observation when I study with my camera or pen. It is in these moments of stillness that I find my wisdom, and it is in this wisdom I find my peace.
I have exhibited both locally and nationally and have had work in various publications including I-D Magazine and Creative Review. I studied my degree in photography at Surrey college of art and design.When I am not working as a photographer work in the field of human rights.
You can see more of my work by visiting: www.chrisdade.co.uk
All work posted may not be used, replicated, manipulated, redistributed, or modified without my express consent.
I have recently published ‘The Freedom of My Heart’ a inspirational book of words and photographs. For more information:
http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/646025




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