Who am I? Why am I here? What is my life purpose? Why am I creating?
I ask myself these questions every day, and being in the context of war, this question has become much more acute. For the authorities, my body is just meat that can be thrown into the meat grinder of war and nothing more. For this country, I am nobody, my opinion is unimportant and nobody needs my "I" here.
Then the question is, who am I? Am I a warrior or a creator? What am I fighting for? If for freedom, then why am I still sitting in safety and not defending the country? And if it's for creativity, why am I still thinking about it?
It's like poison, it eats away at my soul, because both the creator and the warrior are fighting inside me. I am a patriot, but my place is here, in safety. I take pictures so that I can show them to the whole world. I fight with myself for the right to exist.
But who I am and why I am fighting for myself is still unknown. These two shots of reflection are about my path of self-discovery.
