It’s hard not to agree with Susan Sontag that photography has become a form of aesthetic consumerism, and that people are addicted to collecting images. Each new photograph becomes a meaningless testament to non-participation in reality, an attempt to control it, or a Freudian way of satisfying lower-level needs. Subsequent series of images hold significance only for their creator.
In this respect, photographs resemble dreams—even those that are disturbing, distorted, and absurd. Amid the constant barrage of images we’re bombarded with, they carry meaning only for their creator (the dreamer).
It was precisely the dreams I experienced while suffering from breathing disorders that inspired me to undertake this photographic project, in which I placed absurdity, incongruity, entanglement, and multilayeredness at the forefront. The photographs, which in my reality are filled with symbolism, emotion, and narrative, remain utterly meaningless to bystanders and the world around me.
