The year was 2018. Darkness enshrouded me, both in spirit and mind. It was a phase marred by the heartbreak of divorce, the agony of losing my youngest son's company, and the self-infliction of drowning in alcohol. Misery, it seems, was my constant companion.
Out of this gloom, however, emerged something unexpected: my tryst with photography. 'Sniper' was born, albeit unintentionally. It was merely a diversion, an experiment really, where I played with angles and distances from the balcony of what was once a family home. Never did I imagine it becoming anything more than an idle pastime.
Yet, 'Sniper' became my maiden voyage into the world of urban photography. While it may not boast technical perfection, it does, unmistakably, capture the raw essence of my style.
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Haruki Murakami