When I use my pinhole camera, it’s not about “taking pictures” it’s about capturing the softness and smoothness of time, what sometimes takes even more than an hour.

It’s the movement that creates the softness. It’s about the movement of leaves in the wind. It’s about light which travels to catch the speed of the cloud. It’s because shapes and shadows are moving. Bit by bit they become one. It’s like collecting burry impressions from my memories in just one picture. Shadows of reality are born due to the long highlighting of the film. Photography becomes enchanted, dreamy and subjective.

Photography is empty and clean, like someone took each trace of this hectical world and kept it somewhere else. It seems like the rush is taken out, it disappear.
Caducity of the time is created …