It's been over an year since I last was here. Could be somewhat lame and self restricting that my life motion goes so close together as to become depedent on images of it. Not a lot has been going on outside myself. Most of hurricanes and waterfalls pour inside and never find a way out. Standing frozen. It's been like this.
I have never been able to keep a constant in colours, tones and blew every attempt to fall into patterns. Maybe it's my chameleon heart. Maybe it was my only dream to become what I cannot and instead everything else happened.
This has never been a photography portofolio but a failed diary. Like I was never a photographer but a poor master of my choices.
Passion, emptyness, threads, choices, visions, revelry... I need to come out of my head. START