I always found it difficult to talk about myself… Sometimes when I have too many things to say, just to let the silence speak. One of the things that allow me to speak when I`m silent is the photography. I learned how to speak and listen through it. Self-portraits are a strange thing…There is no artist, photographer or just an author who has not tried to make a portrait of himself. When you stay alone in the face of the lens one can not help but be sincere, even in illusions not to be. The camera does not seal, does not close in a frame, just puts my mind on the go. Every picture is a small airport in which the author and each viewer off with no destination, travel without a certain speed, without any predictability. This is Freedom! The picture is not the goal but the way to each other and the point from which we go together. I can’t predict how far I brought my viewer. I can, however, by the photographs to let him walk around with my thoughts, to let him know me through them. Its important to know each other, its important to walk together. As more go together, the better we know and get to know more, so our walking together is more enjoyable and constructive for us. Photography is magic that turns loneliness my many, silence my speech, blindness in vision, pour – in walking.