Everyone in this World is observer. Ours impressions, sensations, remembrances, it’s ours dower, witch we bring together in another world. Others will disappear. When you wish to stop it, you create.
I am creating when I want and I can do it. Nobody requires anything from me; I have no obligation to anyone, no dependences.

Brattling things, soap bubbles, dissipating paint - that is what exists only for a moment. I want to fix the moments, which will never be repeated. The fragility of the World...
Sow thistles remind me a since of disappearance. We all will disappear, what's the difference - after one year or after twenty. You can not change anything. Like you stir a sow thistle - and there is nothing left. But in fact the dims do not disappear - the groom she tillers the seeds and I am waiting for another spring to come. This is similar to the essence of photography: people will watch at your photos after you. When you are not there any more.

My photographs are my inner sensations and experience. Often the sights I have seen remain as forms or details and perhaps as a color only. I suppose that the most important thing in a creative work is to convey the spirit.

Easy existence does not bring anything. Something can be born only from pain and suffering. This suffering is very beautiful. When each cell is quivering when it is straining to the future - then you can create.