Womans

Women, like death, can be talked about forever. For the beauty of the former and the latter is unconstrained. She cannot be contained in a few ambiguous adjectives: "beautiful", "intelligent" and "dangerous". Underneath all these trivial labels, it is impossible to see the real layer of the self and even less possible to describe a woman's journey to the point where she has become - her. Nearby. The one you hold by the hand. The one you hate. And the one who smiles or turns away from the camera. My last few films have come out really "female". The portraits are randomly put together into a black and white story. The women in these photos are all from different countries and even continents. Is there anything that they have in common, apart from the fact that I've put the photos together in one set? I have already found my answer. I'm looking forward to yours as well.