maelstrom ‘And Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man become a living soul’. Yet, I was born a failed analogy. A miscalculation in water percentage presumably and so I cracked into little pieces made of sea, childhood years and dust, again. Thus,my photographs attempt to schematize that lingering entirety of the creature I once was by condensing this ever shifting universe, my universe, to the size of a picture. Fragments of a life that was and fragments of a love that ceases to be as I keep photographing from the inside out.

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