Who am I?
I often ask myself this question. And I let it remain open. In a world in constant flux, We are the change, and this is how I choose to act in this grand theater of life.
A photographer, a filmmaker, an artist, or a poet—I am none of them, and yet, all at the same time.
Since I was a child, ever since I learned to read, creation has enveloped my life. I never imagined, even for a second, living in a world dictated by others. So I spent my life creating utopias—real or imagined—spaces where I live, explore, compose, and shape the world I wish to exist in.
At sixteen, I stole the keys to my high school’s photocopier to create Desillusion, a raw and imperfect fanzine that documented the lives of my friends—surfers and skaters lost in their own quests for freedom. Since then, I have never stopped exploring the world of the untamed: the outsiders, the poets of movement, the wild nature that refuses to be tamed.
With time, I realized that by pointing my camera at them, by writing about their world, I was, in fact, learning about myself. And the deeper I went, the more I understood that I was only ever speaking about myself. As Dostoevsky once said: If you want to overcome the whole world, overcome yourself.
We are made of water, stars, and the matter of the world—and so, this is how I define my own.
In recent years, I have stepped away from the mere act of capturing action for the sake of action, or documenting a subculture for what it is. Instead, I seek to embed my entire being into the landscape, to no longer take photos, but to receive them.
