Entering the scene of one's own life
Through these images I wish to illustrate my vision of the individual in a big city or in life in general.
Belonging, but yet detached. Having one’s view of the world.
Walking with the others or just by oneself, partly there, but somewhere else at the same time.
Involved and absent, with a sense of longing and in the pursuit of the undefined.
Like an actor entering the scene of one’s own life.
Showing life to the letter or enhancing it by
the play of shadows and light and reflection?
The reality or a story told?
Or just that intangible inner feeling?