Ever since I was a little girl I was amazed by art and artists. I perceived them as people from out of this world. Different and capable of conveying emotion in the most unexpected ways. And I always thought I actually understood what they were trying to say. And I always dreamed I would one day be like them. Powerful and aware and present.

I cannot say I think of myself as a true artist. But I do have moments (which I usually don't recognize until much later) when I try to express some of my thoughts and feelings through my photos. Some of them I don't even show to anyone but those that I do I never feel actually made a difference. Maybe it's just that there is really nothing to them but gibberish. Maybe it's because my skills are not good enough yet but maybe it's just that people are not interested. And then I begin wondering is it really what an artist's world is like, empty and insecure? Is it really what I want to be? Or is it always like that with dreams - once they come true they are not so shiny anymore?