How to tell a story about a place that only exists in your fantasy? It seems as if everything there resembles any other place – remote high-rise districts, cheap beer in suburban bistros, parents with kids in the park, youngsters having picnics on the beach on warm spring nights, and the city, as ever, ends with a gravel path and a dusty brush. And yet, everything out there is a little different.
I am interested in the ways people identify themselves with a particular place or situation, in the rituals that serve to establish social connections and in the borderline between the private and the collective. My photos are about China, and about the casualties that frame the life’s journey of each and every person. In this story, a photo film x-rayed in an airport and a broken camera shutter seem to blend in naturally.
Photography for me is a kind of religion – a journey, a ritual and a meditation. On the social level, I believe, people ought to be exposed to images and stories which are ambiguous in the message that they convey and which challenge the spectators to reflect and question themselves. The goal of my work was to tell about the things that concern me.