Me and my mother, favorite photo. Strange I think I look like her now.
I like dust, it keeps memory.
The bedroom wall - improvised drawing walls, where I currently draw and write impulsive thoughts/ideas. Some people are disturbed by black. I like black. Its not good or bad - it is just a color, with its own quality. For me it is silence, it offers quietness. In black I can hear myself and express fully.
The smiling rice paper head. Always smiling back at you.
Auto -portrait drawing + studies. Improvised studio space at the back of the wall door.
(all shot with 1970s Manual Canon Camera)
