Bedroom. Woman. Flashing light. Moving images. I am looking at her through the lens of my camera. My finger is continuously pushing the shutter button. I am immersed in some kind of trance. I can't stop. When she wears that white wig, I just can't imagine her differently. I give up to my desires. Tension pushes the limits up. I continue doing what I best can do - imagine...

This series I've created very subliminally. But I think it is all about ideas about the women.

...I take my camera down. Image is starting to pop. Innocence disappears. Read Less