When I pass by places, I imagine what it is like in a picture. How does it project as a still image? Does it tell a story or a sense of uniqueness undefined by words.

I live and breathe the air of irony. Like a village in the middle of the city. Like pure ethnic looking kids playing by a backdrop of the two towers. irony it seems is the strongest component from a picture. it is bold and most often captions are unnecessary ugly side orders.

A picture with irony is its own being, understood by the viewer’s own understanding, strumming at memories long forgotten with narrations narrated by the beholder.

I imagine so, constantly how i would see my pictures. not knowing exactly how is a slight concern. believe is what i have to realize this. i transform myself slowly to become who i want to be and one day the path will lead me there.