Addiction, depression and melancholia are not foreign to me. Even now, 9+ years after my last and hopefully final detox, I am still attracted to the darkness of living on the edge in a weird romantic kind of way.

Shit stinks, but it’s warm… I felt like an outcast as an addict on the lookout for the next hit, and now I feel somewhat misplaced in the middle-class, office type of life I am leading. This certainly reflects in my photography.

My passion for photography evolved in 2012. For me It has become a form of connecting with the environment, silent communication; mindfulness.

This series is by no means a documentary, neither am I pointing fingers; rather this is a set of photos that touch me emotionally, moments that I can relate to.