I was born somewhere, and then, unfortunately grew up. Along the way I saw the world, I learned about important things, I learned to be kind, I fell in love with the Siberian Winter, went to some college, worked with different famous and important people. Then I ended up where I am now. A freelancer. And this is what I am doing.
What I am doing makes me happy. No matter what state I am in, making art helps me to express my ups and downs. I am a rule breaker. It is like dancing in the sunshine, while trudging through the rain. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you something else is a great accomplishment”. And this is what I am trying to do, to be myself. I am always trying to take time to pay attention to my surroundings as I am not a “know- it- all” person and I will never be. There is all the time something new to learn. Each passing moment is a new life experience for me and makes me grow into the person I want to be.
“Who am I really” That is a question that I am trying to answer every day. For some reason I was almost all my life a sad person, other times I felt empty or choked by dark thoughts and other times “I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” (Edgar A.P.). I was lost in myself trying to find my true self out or I was "emotionally action-packed".
Anyway, what drives an artist is a deep and personal passion to express themselves creatively. I want to believe I was born some kind of artist. I'd like to think I'm an artist... but what really constitutes one. I had and still have symptoms in that way. Photography is my calling and the thing that will undoubtedly drive me insane someday. I don’t photograph subjects, I photograph what I dream and the way the World makes me feel. I like the idea of surrealism and what I want to show is my reality trough some kind of surrealism. Sounds weird, I know, but I’m honest, did not occurred to me something better to say and probably is the only way to explain what I am doing.
