Hey guys! i thought to share this short video & photo-essay series that was featured/published many times ,before my critic tomorrow . Thought maybe it can show you a touch of how i am behind the camera and what happens inside of my head .
Definitely just a corner of the labyrinth i live & want to make images in!
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Perhaps i`m realizing that all the self-consciousness ,apartness and inabilities to join in , are somehow the devils which are my angels. That without them i would never have disappeared into moments i long to capture and all the intensities that made and unmade me.
Perhaps i am finally hearing what has the most power in my life:
All that i whisper to myself and not what i say out of my mouth.
I still ask myself this question that if i was embraced by you or always rejected?
That if you were fighting me or letting me in ?
I often find myself confused with the thoughts of my memories of your touch through the pages of my life that played a significant role.
You were love ,wanting to remain a stranger.
You were a soft arrogant loud melody awkward with intimacy.
You were safety , uncomfortable with your nest.
You were truth ,wanting to be known as a lie.
You try so hard to be forgotten when all your struggles are to be remembered and understood well.
You are a masochistic sadist,
and me on the other side , swinging between the branches of trees, playing with wind and fire, dancing in the cemeteries to celebrate life, love you.
Would you tell me your story?
It may help me understand my own.
Would you allow me to listen ?
I may find myself where i can hear my voice.
To remember that as i evolve, i might feel like i am losing my mind, but i am just losing the mindset that was holding me back for years. Unplug everything for a little while. Including you. It will all makes sense again. I will remember how far i`ve come and that i will appreciate myself. I am where i am because of the fight for my truth. And nothing is more beautiful to watch than a person sure of his vision, in harmony with his colors and open with his heart.
As i am laying on the floor , i listen to all the people in me , speaking at the same time, together.
As i am staring at the ceiling, feeling half awake and half asleep, feeling half numb and half alert, i want to listen to them. One by one.
I want each of them to know that they matter, that i see them, i hear them and this time , I WILL BE LOUD.