Words are my weakness. I never hear them in music. I struggle with my screenplays. Photography is perfect for me. I show instead of tell.

When I’m taking photos I lose myself. The world doesn’t seem rational anymore. All those forms, compositions and shadows overwhelm me. It’s completely spontaneous.

These photographs are about me. They show the lonely woman in the lake, but they speak about my soul; the kid hanging on a wire is the one lurking from my subconsciousness; the boy in the mud is me having fun. They are all shadows of my life, often more interesting than the light which you can clearly see.