My personal photos have often been mostly empty - or I felt they were full of life in the details that I wanted to capture, but they were empty of people. I was studying the traces of people in all the tiny details that captured my eye. Part of me loved to look at the empty spaces, and part of me longed to see the people who had made the traces, to see the life that had happened in the scenes and would happen again after the brief empty moment.
Now that the whole life seems to be so empty of people, and the brief moment has become long, I of course miss those people even more. At the same time I have had to look more into my own self. To study the joy, the sadness, the loneliness and the life inside myself and try to understand all those shades better.