I’m an introvert who is fascinated by people. I remedy this paradox of my personality through the authority I claim as a photographer. Doing so I use the medium as a passport into peoples lives, my excuse to meet, to converse, to analyse, to portray, to judge very slowly and to see the world from another perspective. Photography allows me to form bonds with people that I would usually be afraid to pursue. It also allows me to portray the world from the perspective of someone else - with photography I can imagine the world as it may be experienced by others. 

Currently I am starting work on a project that involves my mother, my father and Vladimir Putin. My mother and father were both studying in Germany at the end of the 1980s and at one point they were both, along with all other Estonian students living in Germany at the time, ordered to Moscow by the KGB. My mother and father met on this train to Moscow, where they were upon arrival, given a lecture by Vladimir Putin about how to be orderly Soviet citizens in Germany. A few years later, the wall in Berlin came down and soon after that the entire Soviet Union collapsed. Now my parents were a stones throw away from the west. I am at the very early stages of my research, this project could go in so many directions. Is this the answer to my inherently European identity? Am I a direct result of the propaganda machine of an authoritarian regime? Where have the three protagonists of the story ended up now? Should I retrace these steps with the camera to imagine the world as my parents would have seen it? To be continued…

August 2019 - Tallinn, Estonia.