I’m in my thirties and I live in Berlin. Describing my life precisely always feels a bit difficult. You might find me in front of a computer, leaning over a notebook, or holding a camera. Not necessarily in that order. You might also find me on the road. And the end of a journey leaves me with the same bittersweet feeling as the last page of a good novel. I like photographing ordinary things and moments. Yet I often feel a strong desire for elsewhere, or a new adventure. It’s a bit paradoxical. I try to think of art as a whole. Photography, painting or film are just a few medium among many others you can always move in between. In the end, what matters is the ability to give to a singular vision of the world a more universal meaning.