When Colour Becomes a Language. Stolen moments, saturated colours, and the quiet poetry of the ordinary. I discovered Harry Gruyaert by chance — a small book in a museum shop that stopped me in my tracks. Since then, I’ve seen the world differently. From the foggy streets of Belgium to the glowing deserts of Morocco, his photographs turn reality into painting. In this new chapter of Picture This, I dive into Gruyaert’s world — where colour isn’t decoration, it’s emotion.
Picture This: Harry Gruyaert
When Colour Becomes a Language. Stolen moments, saturated colours, and the quiet poetry of the ordinary. I discovered Harry Gruyaert by chance — a small book in a museum shop that stopped me in my tracks. Since then, I’ve seen the world differently. From the foggy streets of Belgium to the glowing deserts of Morocco, his photographs turn reality into painting. In this new chapter of Picture This, I dive into Gruyaert’s world — where colour isn’t decoration, it’s emotion.