The speed of the day, the calm lights of the night, the lonely streets, the footsteps, the walls.
My camera in my hands and I am the child in time.
Battered papers, faded colors, worn-out walls, intertwined times - what a striking beauty!
Art winks at me at a glance.
What is this feeling? Is it about the unexplored mind in the details we don't see?
While my camera, my hands, and I discover the stirring desire of recreating what exists, my mind screams that art is everywhere.
I speak for the unseen details frozen in time that passes.
We are art.