Thompson continues to play with the elements—submerging himself in lakes and muddy puddles, exposing random limbs poking out from the earth, and setting himself on fire. His images have a beautiful sense of movement to them, especially in the recurring presentation of the fluidity of windswept fabric, which often complements his serene expression. Many of the photographer’s images alternate between presenting a visual interpretation of inhaling a breath of fresh air and being suffocated by some unnatural force. However, both of these approaches offer something surreally exquisite.
He is one of my favorite photographers. So so so amazing, and talented.