Interpretation is ambiguous just as life is

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A few years ago, I went through a brutal process of internal change. The fundamental characteristics of my personality were put under the microscope, ending up seeming merely unknown. I found myself in new skin, trying to make sense of all that which was happening. Still the shadows of the past were persistently present creating greater disarray in regard to what is ultimately true.

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Yet this chaos became extraordinarily dear to me. The journey is arousing. I surrender to it trusting my instincts as well as transformation itself as a (universal) process. I recognize it thymically. I remember that shadows and insanity are part of myself; that my mind is the biggest trickster of them all with respect to what composes the idea of truth. I remember that everything that I capture out there reflects what I see inside me; what I seek to touch; what I long to taste.

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Those games I play with the reality and its layers are my sole inspirational triggers. The aftermath of one’s self confrontation as a constant in the process of evolution.

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My photography invites you to feel.

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