I've always been fascinated by the suggestion of movement and grace within a stationery image. The way a cloth drapes, a spine curves or the essence of a dance frozen. There's a landscape in every image irrelevant of its content, often an abstract quietness and delicacy reflective of nature and life itself. I recall the first time I saw Edward Weston's 1930's image 'Pepper No 30'. I saw a form and not a pepper. The simple shape and how it flowed moved me and I cared not what it was, just what it offered as an aesthetic with no need of explanation.