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  1. Hair, roots and wrinkles of textiles weave together. I had drawn a sketch in my notebook before the trip. I caught up to the strange young man with the long hair in the metro station. He kept quiet, and I photographed him from above.

    Hair, roots and wrinkles of textiles weave together. I had drawn a sketch in my notebook before the trip. I caught up to the strange young man with the long hair in the metro station. He kept quiet, and I photographed him from above.

    Hair, roots and wrinkles of textiles weave together. I had drawn a sketch in my notebook before the trip. I caught up to the strange young man with the long hair in the metro station. He kept quiet, and I photographed him from above.

    Hair, roots and wrinkles of textiles weave together. I had drawn a sketch in my notebook before the trip. I caught up to the strange young man with the long hair in the metro station. He kept quiet, and I photographed him from above.

    Trees in the Nagoja Park reminded me of a photo session in the centre of Tokyo the previous day. The Sun emphasised the powerful trunks and roots, and nature was self-sufficient in its mightiness. Light sparkled in a spider’s web for just a moment.

    Trees in the Nagoja Park reminded me of a photo session in the centre of Tokyo the previous day. The Sun emphasised the powerful trunks and roots, and nature was self-sufficient in its mightiness. Light sparkled in a spiders web for just a moment.

    I could not approach them for several hours. To fill the time, I took pictures of things that surrounded me. I spotted a woman and a man looking at each other as if they were frozen figures of wax. It was important for me to ensure that the photo only showed the eye of the girl and the hand of the man.

    I could not approach them for several hours. To fill the time, I took pictures of things that surrounded me. I spotted a woman and a man looking at each other as if they were frozen figures of wax. It was important for me to ensure that the photo only showed the eye of the girl and the hand of the man.

    Tokyo. For a second day I am trying to photograph an image that I invented in Riga – a sunny day and a man in a business suit riding in a white boat. I did not manage to rent a white swan. Pink is compromise.

    Tokyo. For a second day I am trying to photograph an image that I invented in Riga a sunny day and a man in a business suit riding in a white boat. I did not manage to rent a white swan. Pink is compromise.

    My plan was to take photographs of a karaoke bar from the street. Each time that I approached it, the windows of the bar were empty. Only shortly before my departure did I see life in the window. I only had a mobile telephone with me.

    My plan was to take photographs of a karaoke bar from the street. Each time that I approached it, the windows of the bar were empty. Only shortly before my departure did I see life in the window. I only had a mobile telephone with me.

    I wanted a trophy for myself – an urban landscape with graphically clear vertical and horizontal lines. I photographed in the morning. The light was diffuse. If I concentrate my view, I can spot slippers, laundry and flowers.

    I wanted a trophy for myself an urban landscape with graphically clear vertical and horizontal lines. I photographed in the morning. The light was diffuse. If I concentrate my view, I can spot slippers, laundry and flowers.

    For this photo session, I specifically need this room with rose wallpaper and a sparkling wall. I like backs. Red sparkles are on the back of the model. I love sparkles.

    For this photo session, I specifically need this room with rose wallpaper and a sparkling wall. I like backs. Red sparkles are on the back of the model. I love sparkles.

    When I took this picture, I thought of the photograph Marcos Lopez from Buenos Aires. I thought about his Pop-Latino. I think that he would like the motif of swans. I’m deviating away from my theme.

    When I took this picture, I thought of the photograph Marcos Lopez from Buenos Aires. I thought about his Pop-Latino. I think that he would like the motif of swans. Im deviating away from my theme.

    The camera no longer allows me to sharpen the image, but I continue to draw more closely without clicking the shutter.  I want to catch the emotion of reality that has suddenly appeared.  That is how the vague image appeared.  The reality flows as if it were a water colour painting.

    The camera no longer allows me to sharpen the image, but I continue to draw more closely without clicking the shutter.  I want to catch the emotion of reality that has suddenly appeared.  That is how the vague image appeared.  The reality flows as if it were a water colour painting.

    It was a rainy day, and they seemed to be alienated. I went outside and stood by their bedroom window. I took a photo of that which they saw outside their window – a cement wall that blocked the view, a pile of wet leaves and a pipeline.    

    It was a rainy day, and they seemed to be alienated. I went outside and stood by their bedroom window. I took a photo of that which they saw outside their window – a cement wall that blocked the view, a pile of wet leaves and a pipeline.    

    After I took a picture of the wet pile of leaves, the cement wall and the pipeline, I spotted a plastic garden house. I focused the lens a bit to the right. Now I could see the wet leaves with a dripping garden container. Oddly enough, the picture with pipeline seemed lonelier.

    After I took a picture of the wet pile of leaves, the cement wall and the pipeline, I spotted a plastic garden house. I focused the lens a bit to the right. Now I could see the wet leaves with a dripping garden container. Oddly enough, the picture with pipeline seemed lonelier.

    I believe that this everyday still life with a sink is Japanese. I got carried away. Of course, before I took the picture, I removed everything that was unnecessary from the scene. I would even say that this is a portrait of a Japanese person – orderly, white, reticent and as closed as a water spigot.

    I believe that this everyday still life with a sink is Japanese. I got carried away. Of course, before I took the picture, I removed everything that was unnecessary from the scene. I would even say that this is a portrait of a Japanese person – orderly, white, reticent and as closed as a water spigot.

    In Latvia I feel links between people and nature. In Japan, people feel more natural in an interior. In this scene, I merged forms – the round white light bulbs, the scene behind the window, the texture of the blanket, and the hands and bodies of people are not separate objects. Hands are of importance, and significant is the fact that I do not see the faces of people. People flow together with space.

    In Latvia I feel links between people and nature. In Japan, people feel more natural in an interior. In this scene, I merged forms the round white light bulbs, the scene behind the window, the texture of the blanket, and the hands and bodies of people are not separate objects. Hands are of importance, and significant is the fact that I do not see the faces of people. People flow together with space.

    The naïve motif of the curtains seems to accidentally create a symbolic reference of a caged bird. Rooms in Japan are narrow and with low ceilings. In testing the boundaries of the scene, I photographed the full length of a model from the further possible distance. I was fascinated by the proportions of a human body in a low-ceilinged room.

    The naïve motif of the curtains seems to accidentally create a symbolic reference of a caged bird. Rooms in Japan are narrow and with low ceilings. In testing the boundaries of the scene, I photographed the full length of a model from the further possible distance. I was fascinated by the proportions of a human body in a low-ceilinged room.

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      Hair, roots and wrinkles of textiles weave together. I had drawn a sketch in my notebook before the trip. I caught up to the strange young man with the long hair in the metro station. He kept quiet, and I photographed him from above.

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      Trees in the Nagoja Park reminded me of a photo session in the centre of Tokyo the previous day. The Sun emphasised the powerful trunks and roots, and nature was self-sufficient in its mightiness. Light sparkled in a spiders web for just a moment.

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      I could not approach them for several hours. To fill the time, I took pictures of things that surrounded me. I spotted a woman and a man looking at each other as if they were frozen figures of wax. It was important for me to ensure that the photo only showed the eye of the girl and the hand of the man.

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      Tokyo. For a second day I am trying to photograph an image that I invented in Riga a sunny day and a man in a business suit riding in a white boat. I did not manage to rent a white swan. Pink is compromise.

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      My plan was to take photographs of a karaoke bar from the street. Each time that I approached it, the windows of the bar were empty. Only shortly before my departure did I see life in the window. I only had a mobile telephone with me.

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