The
weight
of dreams

I feel like I've been here before.
I can't find my way back.
I don't know where I came from.
The only thing I know is that I have nowhere else to go.

For the past couple of years, I wake up every morning with the memory of the dream from the night before. They pose more questions than they answer. Intrigued by the world of dreams, I try to make photographs that would evoke similar feelings. Intangible, lucid, dreamlike.