My pictures force me to go close to people. I´m curious. A photograph is born out of life and exploring it. I imagine where people are going and how they live. An old woman must be lonely and that´s why she´s carrying a big bag of doughnuts, only to lie about coming visitors. A man walks to his hangout bar every day to sit and watch people without saying a word to anyone. It would be romantic to think that he must be a writer, but probably he´s just a lonely man. A child dangles a cat from its tail without anyone telling the child not to. A fashionable woman in the perfume department looks at me with contempt, I feel like laughing.