No Name Pictures
Every time I try to write something about my photographs, I feel like I am lying. Words do not go well together with these images. They are what they are: nothing more, nothing less.
Consequently, this series was put together by constructing a flow of shapes, color, and texture. This flow, which resembles a stream of consciousness, manifests nothing but the impression of my surroundings.
In the end, the subjects become invisible, leaving only the surface intact. These pictures do not belong to anything. They are about themselves.