I am a self-taught photographer. It all began a few years ago when my boyfriend showed me the basics of operating a camera; the rest just came to me gradually. I was full of unrealized notions, ideas longing to find a way out.
Few people liked my pictures, and more than just a few found them scary and repulsive. People thought I was a freak, but to me, those pictures are above the notions of freakishness that you should be confessing to your psychiatrist about. It’s a manner of art for which I am but a diligent herald. I just had to make something like this. Had I chosen a different medium than pictures, they would have been made of macaroni or sculpted in snow, or otherwise expressed in one fashion or another. However, it’s a past period of my art, something I no longer try because it distracts me from the now.
Lately I’ve been interested in analog photography, something simple and meaningful. I experiment with various lenses and try to eliminate post-processing as much as possible. I like the natural blur effect as opposed to mixed textures and sharpness of my early works. I want a picture to look undistorted, representing what the beholder sees through his own eyes. Of course, the beholder might not always have perfect eyesight.
It doesn’t take much skill to take pictures, you can just grab a camera and see how it turns out. The main thing is never to stop when you see it’s turning out rather mediocre in the beginning.