"One day I was waiting for the bus during this heavy minus-million Celsius degrees winter..It lasted about one hour according to the clock, but for me..it was eternity.
It made me thinking about why we wait, what hopes are embedded in the act of waiting, and what things are worth waiting for and what are not.
Imagine two persons sitting in the same room. Their different stories, their background and their state of mind can cause, that this moment may seem very different for them. They will measure their own time.
In my photos, I want to show you people in the context of time. I hope this will make you rethink your own experiences and ask yourself a few questions: how often do you wait for something with the belief that you are simply wasting your time? And how often would you consider it as an essential, meaningful part of your life? "
It made me thinking about why we wait, what hopes are embedded in the act of waiting, and what things are worth waiting for and what are not.
Imagine two persons sitting in the same room. Their different stories, their background and their state of mind can cause, that this moment may seem very different for them. They will measure their own time.
In my photos, I want to show you people in the context of time. I hope this will make you rethink your own experiences and ask yourself a few questions: how often do you wait for something with the belief that you are simply wasting your time? And how often would you consider it as an essential, meaningful part of your life? "