Perfect imperfections - is the answer to myself as two sets with three pictures.
The question is almost in every artistic step.
Should it be perfectly captured?
Should it reflect my mind, soul or thoughts?
My own way how i define reality? The world?
What happens when we want all these together?
And how can we handle it when it doesnt exists in the end of our work? or when it does?
After months of creative and even mostly the opposite - bound to rules - works, there is only one desire:
Capture the frame unchained of every rule, something unperfect but unique, something like the lights of the night with Olber's paradox.
Somewhere nowhere. Only the moment where the light lays down to the shadow.
Perfect imperfection.
