Several years back I had a friend from Catalonia named Josep. His family owned a 200-year-old farm in France that produced grapes and sunflowers. Their fields reminded me of the paintings of Vincent van Gogh. I spent a lot of my time at the farm thinking about what van Gogh’s life was like when he was alive and painting.
I didn’t paint, but I did have a camera. This picture came from the only roll of black & white film I have ever shot. Years later, when I was learning to scan negatives, I made a mistake that accidentally created these artificial colors. It wasn’t something I planned for, but life’s best discoveries rarely are—and the beauty of this picture helps me remember that.