Compass

One day, a friend of mine, Patrik was cooking pasta for our lunch and asked me to pass garlic and tomatoes to him. I opened the refrigerator. A cut pink grapefruit was lined in the nude. He said, "I forgot to eat it. Just throw it away." But I could not do it. The texture was rough, and the color was stunning. For a moment, it was the most important thing in the room.
What I try to do is to find something uncommon in common things, which reflects my own intangible affections. Photographing my friend's apartment and New York city, my work has become a heap of diminutive tidbits of my feelings, which compelled me to take up photography and to see myself in them and to hear the voices from my interior consciousness.





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