Poetry often immerses me in a trance-like atmosphere, and sometimes a single word is enough. I never know how to complete a photographic work, relying solely on personal intuition to recreate the image already in my mind. All that they present now is by no means just me reexamining my personal accidental experiences and intimate past times. Painting, poetry, photography Are they just themselves? The possibility of shallowly sharing experiences with the viewer always exists. “Cool, where are you from?”