I am drawn to contrasts. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Edges. Aspect ratios. Lines. Shapes. Macro & Micro. In no particular order. I like to experiment, try different aesthetics. To see the same scene in different ways and perspectives. . Sometimes i confuse myself, and it makes me feel good. Or it just makes me more confused, and angry. Or indifferent. I force myself to do nothing from time to time. Boredom creates space for the New. I should do it more often, but get caught in meaningless routines or bad browsing habits. How do you break them? Or is it better to rewrite them, or simply override?

It all depends. I feel like an Outsider, but maybe I am an Insider looking out. Hard to say. I`m just rambling words.
Anyway, does it matter? To define.

We try to be objective, but we´re definitively not. To have distance to self when you are inside a body, how can that be achieved?

Words matter, and doesn´t. It depends, on the context. Or the subject matter being on the recieving end.

Like to say that a picture speaks more than words, but that also depends, on what is on the recieving end. To recieve you have to be ready and open, or it just dies.

One thing I have noticed is we all own our own truth. Especially today when the algoritm is God.

Watching social media circus they tell me being a photographer is all about storytelling, but often the story isn´t there. Just the beauty of the moment. Or the ugly, and sometimes the beauty is the ugly. The beauty of catching the ordinary.

I have no agenda or big story.

All I want is to show my pictures.

Then you can create your own story, or not.

I don´t care, or maybe I do. Wavelenghts decides.

SCREAM