Five people, for me dear people, who, just like me, suffer from depression, The Black Dog, every day. The Black Dog is constantly present, a shadow that haunts us every day, not knowing when it will take possession of our whole being again. But he is there.That makes it all so frightening, constantly on your guard, afraid of old and new sorrow, the emptiness, locked in head and body, the pain, the coldness, darkness, deserted and facing hellish darkness because of the fight for the death. The Black Dog in the back and the human being in the front.
During the academy I was allowed to taste documentary photography and I notice that, that is my passion. Putting vulnerable people at the forefront, apart from all prejudices and stigmas.
I experience the contact in it as something special and somehow I know how to bind and connect people. I therefore call myself a maker of, among other things, autonomous projects on social issues.
I have become more vulnerable over the years, that is because I started to respond from my feelings. I am pure, a people person and sincere. People know what they get from me with a huge dose of healthy humor. My humor keeps me going and makes me able to put things into perspective, I am pleasant, informal and I am 'The Girl Next Door'. Sometimes there is more talk than photography, I take that for granted, people are central to me