. The effort is obviously visible - clenched fists, twisted face, red cheeks (it's quite cold, winter jackets everywhere), tense body. Something has happened as well - there is blood on one of the hands, clothing is torn. A fall, maybe. The woman keeps on running though. Something is pushing her ...

. Instead of writing about the images themselves, today I feel I should writing a bit about the process that made them be, as I think this time it's rather important. I let you digest the images in peace for a change. . . My life has recently got a lot faster, due to several major things ...

. . Light shines from inside the metal tray, neatly wrapped in plastic foil. The interior still has many joys to offer, it's not full but still plenty to give. The light is strong, so strong it blurs the details of what's inside. You have to unwrap it first though. . . The corner ...

. The more unsettling my images become the more satisfied I seem to be. Mind you, I'm not after shocking or brutal content, there is too many of that already, plus I don't see much value in it. What I want is this silent feeling of change of perception, when you know something just happened in ...