Edward Hopper is my inspiration and hero as a photographer. I love almost everything he does.

Hopper’s work got me to study the movement of light and never take a photograph unless I know where the light is coming from.

At 2 p.m. every day, the son, moving towards dusk in the winter, shines right through the bathroom and sends light across the bathroom matt, the bathtub, and of course, the window and the curtains.

Perhaps I’m just weird, but I love these light streaks and illuminations. They are one of the things that taught me to look close and far for beauty, and nothing is more beautiful day in and day out than nature doing its thing.

If I’m home at 2 p.m, I always look into the bathroom at 2 p.m. When the sun is shining, I am never disappointed.

Hopper taught me that light was a subject, a character in a photograph. Here, the bathroom is not just a bathroom, but a beacon, a warm and even beautiful destination.

I never in my life paid attention to the bathtub I was stepping in for my morning shower. But I thought in the afternoon light; this bathtub was art, a sculpture of a kind.

(Photo, By Edward Hopper)

Beauty is everywhere if you look for it, and the photographer, like the artist,  is always looking for it.