I walk, therefore I am. The eros of the trees and concrete call out to me. Since I don't communicate that well with my fellow human beings, I tend to do all my serious conversations with objects - both living (plants) and dead (concrete/buildings). Architecture never comes to life to me, till I see a figure passing a window inside their home or apartment. I wonder what life is like behind that window or window shade. What kind of eros takes place in the rooms within that specific space?
I love to hear you watch...