I select from the image archive of my memories, that is becoming more and more unmanageable. How should I make a decision, when I’m confronted with memories of the same weight? How to deal with this abundance? There is no structure, no way whatsoever. I’m asking the world, not getting an answer. Only photography, I’m using to ask the world, is giving me an answer: a picture, I see, that doesn’t exist that way.
Friendship, love, melancholy, the ordinary, omnipresent beauty, wit and the moment. Images often have a partner. You can combine them. Order without order. Order disintegrates and regenerates. I’m trying to obtain structure, but there are endless ways. The emotion of the moment. Select. Rearrange. These pictures work like words, placing one after another. Creating sentences.

Photography creates space and freedom. On the road. Elsewhere and in the familiar. A Search. The desire to escape from cities and run away to the countryside. Unexpected seeing and sudden realization. Getting close with each other. Gentle photos, color-soaked. Friends surrounded by nature and water. Sensibility and trust. Color to add a sense of longing. Being hard on the track, incomprehension. Pictures which exist in us. Stepping out of reality, but not turning away from it. Coincidence helps. Using coincidence, and allowing chance, that contingency is not becoming random. Self-exploring, throughout the body, mentally, thus portraying. A body like a face, nudity as Portrait. Uniqueness, naturalness, sexuality, free of shame, not being shameless. Skin as a teller of stories.

It is the naturally occurring performances of everyday life that interest me equally in my texts and photographs. The search and finding of imagery, the banal and the incidental. Everyday life unnoticed. Unexpected encounters, love, melancholy, irony, friendship, humor and the moment. Nevermind in which country I am traveling, with collections of photographs I try to structure my immediate environment and to create visual and content-related partnerships. The writing continues my reflections. Again, they are situations of temporary closeness, which I lend fascination with a sensitive yet humorous language. These can become part of photography. And yet they function differently. They complement and question. Photography is more immediate, writing is reflective. Both of them are auto-fiction. Photography is a non-hierarchical interplay of sensory impressions, traces of astonishment at the world captured on film. Each image is of equal value. A playing with the moment and the lucky coincidence. A rambling gaze, just waiting to be touched by a sight, to get stuck on it. A renunciation of explanation and meaning. The photograph becomes a place of encounter. The experiencing of moments. Eye contact with another human being, the interaction of two, between you and me. I wish to show the people I photograph in a favorable light, and I prefer to portray them in a lovable way. Therefore, you have to be patient. They are individual characters whose privacy you intrude upon. You have to be free, whatever you are: both, model and photographer take part in a kind of photo-play, which creates a casual intimacy, the absence of sensationalism. Exploring. Uninhibited. Allowing the camera to witness is a very intimate exchange. In the photo-play we do not have a collapse of identity onto a sexual identity. You are free to be whatever you are. What always interests and inspires me are my friends. With them I create a world that does not really exist, a kind of utopia. A portrait of generations.

The portrait series Aporía is an ongoing project, it is constantly expanding with new people I meet and get to photograph. It is a continuous process and, as the Greek title Aporía suggests, it reflects a state of perplexity from which I am unable to free myself. I envision an imaginary colourfulness that still needs to be found and captured. It is a visual story of how nature liberates people with obscure emotions. The difference between urban and rural environments. Memories of summer, complemented by a disturbing but joyful narrative. In the portraits we all differ individually from each other, regardless of our origins. It is the little details in facial expressions that reveal the realm of emotions in which we find ourselves in the moment of "pulling the trigger". This short moment, which clearly shows us how we are doing and have done.