I've always been intrigued by the absolute value of truth. Is there any such thing as absolute truth? Even what we believe to be the absolute truth takes different forms as we change with time, sometimes even becomes reinterpreted as a lie. The way we look at family, loved ones, History, politics, memories and tradition and how it changes with time are good examples.
Maybe that's one of the reasons I feel so attracted to Photography, for it's abstract / sureal distortions, its ambiguous relationship with truth (whatever that means).
