An encounter, and a conversation following it. My method of working is always the same. An invitation, come over some time. It brings me to their home, to an unfamiliar table at which I take a seat, drink coffee, listen to stories, while effortlessly becoming part of an intimate moment. I absorb – an instant, an utterance, an act – and gradually merge with my new relatives. I wallow in others’ homeliness, disclose a place for myself in it. As if on a tightrope, I balance between self-consciousness and intuition, between mere rendition and construction, in an attempt not only to record my experiences, but also to deepen them, give them a quality of their own. Rather than just leaving me with a proof of my presence somewhere, my camera allows me to create a self-standing reality, with a hint of fantasy. My work effectuates a selective transformation of reality that recombines lived moments into a new whole. Those moments are in a strange way familiar, in a familiar way strange.