The heavier a burden felt, the more a body desired its weightlessness.
Traveling was an attitude. Exploring new places and discovering new things were a refreshment. Watching a movie still a drug. Joining an art exhibition a shelter. Meeting new people an alarm. Shopping a vengeance. Reading a retreat. Walking was breathing. Seeing was disgust. Stirring the whole emotional world was an excretion. Of all the things I really enjoyed, photography was a need in my blood. Being renewed into a wider range, a higher class, a deeper level, whatever, I was the re-creation of my own creation: I shoot what purifi es me.