100 sounds of solitude, 1/7, Limited edition Photograph

To me photography is an exploration of the mind. A kind of fiction, offering a glimpse of a co-existing reality. A way of seeing a world floating between unspoken dreams yet-to-be and the endless nostalgia for the time that has never been, with a surreal motif. Since photography is born in a split-second, I find it being the perfect medium to show a fraction of a supposed reality. A fraction that does not describe, but merely suggests. A fraction that has no beginning or an end, but is bound to have an afterlife, long and rich as the viewer’s memory. The two main subjects I explore are women and flowers, as flowers are often associates with women and feminine. My woman is a silent inhabitant of an alternative place that provides an escape from the passage of time. She is both strong and fragile. The center and only a fragment of something greater; a suggestion for something more. Flowers are usually associated with women because of the idea of new life; a rebirth after the winter. Yet since they fade quickly, flowers are also linked with death. In my photographs a slice of this birth-to-death shift is suspended in time.