This is the story of a great explosion, that came after great suppression and changed how I looked at the world forever. In times of general lock down I chose to wonder. Mad at the world, resentful and desperate for self expression.

In the last phase of the pandemic, I was released from enclosure. I went out, I traveled, and I photographed frantically. Before that, there was nothing. Suddenly, there was everything. I wasn’t photographing for a reason; I was photographing because that’s what I did. Satisfying a deep lust for sight.

There was the world of the senses, and then there was another: colorless, contrasty, and bizarre. My own. Relatives, friends, strangers, animals, landscapes whatever was part of how I experienced life had to become a picture.

It was suffering, but it was a new, liberating form of suffering. Explosively creative.

In the end, I withdrew once again into sorrow and emptiness. But in the meantime, this body of work was created, and through it, I found a new way into my art.