Good morning. Breakfast with some homemade biscuits. And suddenly started raining.
November 29, 2012
My intimate,
my child,
my precious.
You.
November 17, 2012
All of my photos will came out from my fears. From our dead bodies, yet still alive
for our sorrow. A.
November 5, 2012
In these days I have been very depressed because I am still chased by my fears. I am scared of being dull and conventional. I am scared of not showing that I am up to the task. So I am still here, writing about nothing.
November 1, 2012
Tomorrow I will be in the wood in contact with nature, looking for inspiration. This will be my beginning, despite it's a long time I don't take any photographs. I feel I could change everything, I feel I could start all over again. Maybe, this is the right one. I need this right one.