Empty Space

“Her name burns and pierces, shrouded in blood-red. She is a shadowy figure dissolving into a desolate landscape. Slowly, her illuminated form, vanishes. Her effigy fades out. She dissipates, her image breaks up into tiny flecks of light, embracing the shining magic of the dark night. Her absence is transmuted into a slender elegant vision which shimmers and glows. The enchantment of the night has absorbed the silences of her vanished presence, only a glimmer remains witnessing this hallucinatory vision. This is the story of a woman who only exists in front of an observer. When nobody is looking she begins to disappear.“ Every photograph is something of a mystery - born of a dream or a nightmare, a ride to unreal places - as if they arose from the depths of our unconscious where people struggle in darkness for their own identity. The images create fragments of memory, dream sequences distorted, combining real memories and suggestions made by others. Fragments of a dream where we wander, and the familiar and well known become unrelated, foreign and threatening. As in hallucinations, coherence and proportion are fleeting.