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When people ask me what I photograph I tell them everything.
I use my camera to capture moments of esthetic. It can be yellow blown balloon on the sidewalk or chicken hands in a garbage bag; it can be a necklace of a boy or a dog in the middle of nowhere or even a license plate on a car with a stupid phrase. I never know what will develop out of the photograph and when. I just know one day I’ll cut them to pieces. Destroying the picture helps me to cut my way beyond the clear image and beyond the understanding of things as they are and reach a new world made out of the remains.
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