Sacha Dean Biyan | Patagonia

Awake

I, embryo, frozen in space

Waiting to be born with another face

Darkness as far as my eyes can see

Silence as far as my ears can hear

Memories of my Self

Radiant, transparent

In the sky, a sparkle of life

Awakens me, beckons me

From the womb of night

Once more I emerge into Light

 

PATAGONIA, ARGENTINA, 2001

1

Spiritus

Mundi

My journey began thousands of years ago.

It shall continue long into the future. This is where my spirit dwells  the forest, the mountain, the sky — where I wander, where every part of me has always belonged. Our passage through life is a hectic temporal journey shadowed by the tick tock of a clock until we return once more to our source. Life begins and ends in the same place, and all that exists in between is a space to learn and evolve. 

Sacha Dean Biyan | Bolivian indigenous culture and costume

BOLIVIA, 2003

Sacha Dean Biyan | Eclipse, Bali

I think, therefore I am

A figment of

My own imagination

 

BALI, 2015

Sacha Dean Biyan | Muslim girl in Java, Indonesia

2

The Cult

of Culture

We often forget that the culture in which we live, which has conditioned us and determined who we are, is the product of millennia of human thought, endeavor, conflict, and suffering. Each one of us is that culture, and whether we realize it or not, each one of us has the whole past of all mankind rolled into our consciousness. We think the thoughts of our culture, we feel the feelings of our culture, and we experience the experiences of our culture.

INDONESIA, 1998

Sacha Dean Biyan | Palawan, Philippines

I seek something timeless

In a world so full of speed

 

PALAWAN, THE PHILIPPINES, 1999

3

A Beautiful Mess

First impressions are sometimes so vivid they leave an indelible imprint on the mind. My first day in Calcutta was an unforgettable initiation into chaos. Calcutta is a loud, dirty, congested city a beautiful, random mess of bodies, cars, shantytowns and crumbling historic monuments. In all my travels, I have never seen a place so unorganized and backwards, lacking even the most basic public services, yet at the same time so oddly unique and fascinating. A dizzying barrage of colors, sounds and smells assaults the senses immediately upon arrival.

Sacha Dean Biyan | Muddy boy in Bangladesh

BANGLADESH, 2008

 
Sacha Dean Biyan | Sahara Desert

I often wonder

What footprints I'll leave behind

And how long they will endure

In the sands of time

MOROCCO, 2013

Sacha Dean Biyan | Amazon Jungle children

Journey Inside

4

Far beyond our hectic modern lives, there exists an undiscovered world where people still see and feel things in their purest and most innocent forms. It is a way of experiencing the world that is perhaps as old as human consciousness itself. When I first heard of this place, I wondered how such a pristine place could possibly still exist. Where the Amazon meets the Ecuadorian Andes, is a place called El Oriente — the dark womb of the earth.  This mysterious place was protected for years from explorers and missionaries by impassable mountains.

AMAZON JUNGLE, ECUADOR, 2001

 
Sacha Dean Biyan | Amazon Jungle

As organic beings, we're inseparable from nature. We originated from nature, we exist because of nature, and when we die, our bodies will be recycled by nature.

AMAZON JUNGLE, BRAZIL, 2001

5

Wah Wah Wah

Death motivates me. In nearly three decades of travel to some of the most remote and inhospitable corners of the planet, I glimpsed its face on four occasions. Each time, it whispered the same promise into my ear: "Live now, for I will return". It told me I’m not unique or special, that I’m just a decaying organism like everything else around me. Its ruthless indifference forced me to redefine my priorities. Now death follows me like a shadow  not in a morbid way — but as a constant reminder of life's fragility, and of the value of each moment that remains.

Sacha Dean Biyan | Papua New Guinea ritual

PAPUA NEW GUINEA, 2004

 
Sacha Dean Biyan | Sumba, Indonesia

I am a wave
Propagating ⠀
Through time and space⠀

I am the momentum ⠀
Of e
very droplet ⠀
Of thought and feeling⠀

I am the culmination ⠀
Of my o
wn foreshadowing ⠀

I am exactly
where⠀
I’m supposed to be⠀
Right here, right no
w

Until I’m not

SUMBA ISLAND, INDONESIA,, 2004

Sacha Dean Biyan | Atacama Desert, Chile

6

Haute Future

Since childhood I've been creating images in one form or another. As a kid, I took my art very seriously, and much to my parents’ discontent, I produced countless Crayola masterpieces on the walls of our house. Then I set out to become a painter so unconsciously; even before I got into photography, I trained my eyes to perceive everything in terms of geometry and light. In a sense, you could say photography was a byproduct of painting. 

ATACAMA, CHILE, 2003

 
PATAGONIA.jpg

The mind fears the unknown

The mind itself is unknown

Does the mind fear itself?

PATAGONIA, 2002

7

Constructed Gods

We are living in a unique transitional time in history, at the crossroads of technology, culture and nature. As old paradigms continue to break down in every dimension, computers and nootropics are merging mind and cosmos, dissolving limitations, and setting the stage for a whole new way to experience the world and to celebrate the imagination. We already find ourselves in this brave new world, slaves to the machine, shackled by our own appetite for information and mis-information.

Sacha Dean Biyan |  Fashion photography

MONTREAL, 1988