“Where photography comes from? It is not the inside of my Nikon where Light meets Shadow, to make a black and gray and white something that will worry if not everyone, then many. Great music is made in heaven and poetry is written in blood, we all know that. But what heaven, where the blood comes from? Photography is life itself. Trash of meaningless little things, blotches, smudges of reality creates a breathtaking picture of life that can’t be compared to anything else in its authenticity.
