The act of making photographs is challenged constantly by the seduction of “taking a nice picture”, instead of my purpose of capturing the “spirit” of the subject. The “spirit” may be replaced by the word “life”. Whether the subject by flora, fruits or the human body, it constitutes an interesting effort to hold myself at the very edge (before falling into the dark hole of seduction), while admiring a beauty of the subject which existed before my eyes in the inevitable sensual world.
