Dreamlog

Fragments of reality that feel like dreams. Dreamlog is a visual diary of moments that never felt entirely real. For me, photography has never been only about documenting a place. It is about what remains after the moment is gone — a color in the sky, a distant light, a lonely figure, the soundless sea at night, a strange landscape, or a fleeting feeling that cannot quite be explained. I photograph while travelling alone, often in places where the boundary between reality and imagination becomes blurred. The sea, the mountains, the darkness, the storms, the artificial lights, the stars, and the colors of the island all become fragments of a personal mythology. Some of these photographs are technically imperfect. Some carry noise, darkness, motion, unusual colors or accidental light. I don't see these imperfections as something that needs to be removed. They are part of the memory. Dreams are rarely sharp or perfectly framed. They come to us as fragments. A color without a name. A place we cannot remember. A face without a story. A sunset that feels impossible. A landscape that may have existed only for a few seconds. Each photograph in Dreamlog is placed on a different colored canvas. The canvas is not simply a frame; it is another layer of the memory — the emotional space surrounding the image. The colors change from work to work, just as dreams change when we move from one memory to another. Blue can become distance. Red can become desire. Green can become another world. Black can become something forgotten. Purple can become the space between sleep and waking. But these meanings are never fixed. I want the viewer to bring their own memories into the work. Dreamlog is not a collection of photographs about dreams. It is a collection of photographs that became dreams. A personal archive of places I have seen, moments I have lived, and fragments of reality that my mind refused to let disappear. Somewhere between what happened and what I remember, Dreamlog begins.