
What I am researching for half a year?
Some people dedicate half a life to the quest of searching satisfaction and fulfillment.
Or is it actually a race with the time?
Blinded by their everyday life, most people are in the middle of a competition,
a competition of perfection.
Where is the man with fault and defect?
I want to find the imperfect, the shadows of our lives, dirt, gaps we actually want to fill or hide.