When I was a child I watched my dad and his passion to convey things that were important to him using his film camera. I remember the bathroom with a shining red light bulb, my desire to push that little light switch on. And I remember how my desire to illuminate the photo paper disappeared every time I came into that “red room”. Dad’s world of photo laboratory was a miracle to me. I watched the sheet of paper immersing in water and the image emerging, I was happy. Usually I saw myself in photographs. Dad mostly liked to shoot me. I have grown up and times have changed. Dad’s lab disappeared but photos, images and memories remained… I also take pictures.