Life became a black hole filled with pain and darkness. The time after my mother was murdered was unrealistic with trials, media, and disorder. On the outside, life moved forward, but on the inside, I was broken. It took me many years to get my life spark back. It was my girlfriend, my sister, the friends that I had and the photography that kept me alive.
Many years later, I decided to make a change, I wanted to do something about my life, so I decided to move to a new town. I wanted to work with photography, so I started my studio and dived into the commercial field, and I felt that my strength was slowly coming back.
The business was hard in the beginning, but I fought my way up in a competitive world. I worked late nights and weekends to make life go around; on top of that, I became a father of two. There was to much pressure for me to handle, and I and fell right into a depression.
The depression was really hard on me because it took my ability to fight away from me, I had to start taking care of my soul. I came to the conclusion that I wanted to do something much more meaningful with my life, I wanted to work with art and to tell stories about the things I had experienced and seen.
Once I decided to do this, to work with art, it was like a revelation to that shy little kid who did not dare to speak. Art became my valve where I could convey the stories I wanted to, stories about society, people, how we treat each other, about technology and how it changes us, about staying strong in life when it throws pain, darkness, and malevolence at us.
My hope and dreams today is that my art will help other people feel the same strength that I feel today. I hope that it can encourage people to take steps that they haven't dared before, even if they are hard. I hope that the stories can make people think about their bad behaviors and do one of the hardest things there is in life, change and become a better human.