Through photography and unwritten words I can travel. It’s my reality escape, sense of tranquility.
Random faces are unfinished stories that I am looking for. It is difficult to enter into a personal space. Watching all the shapes from a distance, realising how many samples of grey there is. Metaphors blurring each path on the way. The details are hidden perspectives contrasts.
I likely resort to graphic techniques because of it. To reach simplicity, without any disturbing side trash. I reflect upon my own struggles by reading all the patterns in our perceptions.