I came out from the void and found the party of the loss, the escapism, the celebration of the end, the escape from reality: one that you cannot face head-on from an objective perspective and remain sane.
Disasters, extreme situations, tragedies and loss allow me to present the world around me in all of its catastrophic glory. This is the truth of the world and everything else is nothing but pretense. I write my memories, photograph them after the fact, collects the pieces, complete was has already been forgotten, invent what may have happened and what could happen yet. I delve into the painful, burning, places and try to reconstruct reality anew.