‘Those who eat fish from the cyanide lake improve their sex life’ explores my power of representing others as an image-maker, in this case, the people who live in the gold mining area of Apuseni Mountains in Romania.
My series is about military men and women who suffer from PTSD: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, due to their participation in UN peacekeeping missions to countries such as Lebanon, Afghanistan, Bosnia and Cambodia.
I had the immense pleasure to finally meet Enzo Crispino while I was home in Reggio Emilia, Italy last month. Enzo is a passionate, warm, enthusiastic, and dynamic man. His images, especially of his (our) region, the Appennino mountains in the Reggio Emilia area, communicate his profound love for the land.
Burning Down the House is my first photography project. It’s a long-term project about Berlin’s Graffiti Writers. I wanted to create the opportunity to engage with the writers, their identities, and the places personally significant to them.
Jakarta – Modest Intervention and Minor Improvisations is thematically centred on exploring the city of Jakarta and more specifically the strategies and solutions its inhabitants find to make Jakarta a better place to live in.
Invisible People of Belarus is a photobook accompanied by critical reflections and testimonies which documents the lives of disabled people and Chernobyl victims living in governmental institutions in Belarus.
‘The Persimmon’s Fruit’ is a photographic travelogue about Japan, there’re also some words included in the book. My intention was to tell a visual, somewhat poetic, story about traveling to Japan without showing any recognizable tourist hot spots, exposing clichés, making the statements or objectifying anything.
As days and years go by, the ones who have the experience of the actual crisis pass away. Even if the issue appears in school texts, history books and people say they will remember it forever – eventually nothing can help us from losing the actual experience.
“The most interesting thing about artists is how they live.” –Marcel Duchamp