We never talk about me. No, we never talk about me. We talk about how what I feel affects YOU, But we never talk about me, No, we never talk about me. Sometimes I feel, Like I’m about to implode, Sucked in by the Anti-gravitational pull Of knowledge unspoken. Of a need to share…
I often stand in the corner of the kitchen looking through this window waiting for inspiration. Though I never get it.
I don’t shoot still life, or people who pose. I shoot life as it happens, even if I happen to be waiting for it to happen in a particular way.