Photographing Fey Arts Festival

The château felt like it had been waiting for this. A place where art wasn’t hung on walls or confined to a stage but spilled into every corner, taking shape through movement, sound, and fleeting connections. Over days of performances and quiet collaborations, I moved through the festival with my camera, letting the rhythm of the space pull me in.

Artists shaped their work in real time—musicians finding melodies in conversation, dancers shifting between control and abandon, painters capturing something that might only exist in that moment. The audience wasn’t watching from a distance. They were inside it, wrapped in the same energy, part of the creation itself.

Through the lens, I looked for what couldn’t be rehearsed. A glance between performers before the music swelled. A breath held in the silence before applause. The way light and shadow played across faces deep in focus. It wasn’t about documenting a festival. It was about catching the pulse of something that would never exist in the same way again.