Margins of reality

My freedom is my obsession of looking, searching for meanings, forms, frames. I am building my micro world with details found in ordinary places where looking meets seeing. These are most often fragments of humiliated space, the second category of spaces. These are seemingly dead places, outside-plans, margins of reality that emanate with meaning when you look at them, where I think the fracture of the world reflects, a fatal mistake, reaching the limits of possibilities and absurdity. It is ultimately a personal feeling resonating in objects, situations and places. All these images in me are a journey into a world of fantasy that gives new meaning to fragments taken out of context I am watching the world that is watching me.