When I graduated in 2013 I could not estimate how the coming period would come to be.

A year after graduating I realized I barely photographed anymore.

In school it seemed clear what was to be done, but suddenly it stopped and it slowly crept on me I didn't know anymore. “How do I obtain interesting work?”, “When is it too much of a compromise?”, “Have I lost it?”               were questions that surfaced and in a way they never leave.

One November night I saw the moon exceptionally big in size and decided to make a self portrait.

The next month I did it once more. I found a comfort in the fact it will always be there, almost like a long lost friend. Throughout history the moon has always fascinated people, it's been given godlike status.

During one year, each month I made a picture at full moon.

That year I moved out of my childhood home and moved to the city. I got tangled up in this contrast of adult life where money is a necessity and the years you spent just creating, not worrying about things like rent and bills to pay. To live a complete life, there has to be a bit of both and I find this struggle very hard.

During the pandemic it became clear for many people what matters most. You only spent money on what made you happy, you only spent time with people you loved.

In a sense the rest is excess.

I still look at these photos from time to time and when it shines at the night sky, I always say hi.