I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours "Talking World War III Blues" - Bob Dylan
As a child, I often walked around alone, in my own fantasy world. I had some magical places in nature that gave me room for imagination and inner travels. As an adult, I find similar rooms in the nature where everyday life disappears and the magic occurs. I like the suburban, urban oases that are available in my everyday life. A sensual relationship between nature and women, together with the connection between reality, time and dreams are central teems for my photographies.
Maybe life is not just what has happened to a human being, but what one remembers and how one remembers it?
When do memories end? When do dreams and fiction take over? Life is a mosaic of interior and exterior experiences, not chronologically stored.