“I prefer the imperfect in life. The same is true for photography. I like photographs that are edgy, grainy, stirring, sometimes even disturbing. Hard to grasp. Bewildering. Maybe this is because I see myself as quite imperfect as well. With many layers, full of emotions, sometimes brimming over a little. Neither me nor my photographs are flawless.

There’s beauty in the work and sadness, geometric shape and confusion, tranquillity and roar. And that’s how it should be, because the world, life happens to be different every day. And to me it’s important not only to show the immense beauty of the word but also all shades of grey.”

Time Collapsing by Christine Miess (3/4)

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