1987–the present


A shared mood, the moment of someone turning away or a specific fugitive gesture – such leitmotifs and their visual parallels, some not exactly true, resurface as I look again at my photographs detached from their initial context. It is as if actions, faces, and things hitherto frozen in the photographs and the meaning allocated to them had re-entered the world. In the process, I realize that any interpretation of the world must remain tentative, is unique and personal and influenced by both my own preferences and my audience’s – or even my own – expectations. A photograph is thus just like a sheet of paper floating on water. Gradually, it absorbs the element into which it has been cast, and once fully soaked, it sinks, ultimately becoming part of that element.