Vienna, July 27, 1991
I take photographs in which I alter reality, a new moment is born. Every time they pose naked for a picture my wish is granted, a small wish to enter the private space of my mother, my grandmother, Sarya. I don’t try to photograph what is there, but rather something provoked by the act of photography.
My fantasies are not concrete, they take on substance in the photographs. I close my eyes and the images flow.