Letters to Myself.
I suffocated and drowned in my own water. I have got scars from my very own. The time that I realised how vulnerable I was, there was no other way than stepping out. Reaching to the conclusion that I can paint my own destiny, over the one engraved by others. Realising, may be it is all about, consuming what you are really made of from inside. For me, the solution so far has been Art. Life is nothing but Art, and now I am living it everyday.
Letters to Myself is a photo essay, describing how empowering it is to break the protocol and creating your own destiny.