I turned 30 and was completely lost. I suddenly realized my own
finiteness. I realized the fragility of life, youth and beauty. This
thought, which now seems so obvious, came to me out of the
blue.
My microcosm is changing in parallel with a dramatically changing
macrocosm. I need to adapt to reality, but instead I’m trying to
escape. Making art is a form of escapism. Through photography, I
create my own universe. I transform my anxiety, fears, obsessions
and shame into pictures.
The older I get, the faster time seems to go. The fear of death is
the fear of the unknown. It’s impossible for many to imagine non-
existence. I make self-portraits because I am often alone, and
know myself well. Creation is the opposite of death, and each self-
portrait is the answer to the question ‘Am I still alive?’