Nervous system
Confusion, fear, sadness, anger.
Exploration of mental decay.
Mostly ramblings from my journal
I’m not a writer, I don’t want to pretend that I am.
I never know how to put into words what I want to say, so I end up saying nothing and staying silent.
I feel I can say more through photos, even the blurry ones..
I want to find meaning in things, I want to understand things beyond what I’m told is right or wrong, I want to ask why, and question societal values and authority.
I hope to allow others to see themselves reflected in my work, and I hope to understand myself and the world around me through my photography. Most of all, I want to inspire other people to create and to be authentically themselves.
Is what I do art? or is it sometimes exploitation or is it documentary? is it all of the above?
I never liked labeling myself or trying to fit myself into some kind of structured box. I generally don’t know where I fit and thats ok. I just want to learn, explore and see cool shit and with photography I can invite others a glimpse into these experiences with me.
I have no conclusions or afterthought, this is just an introspection of my work mostly for myself to reflect but also maybe someone will find value in it.
