I am not opposed to the capitalist world, but I want to feel more from life than just comfort. I wish not to rush into a dragon’s lair, but, like Perceval, I want to walk through the world along the middle path—maintaining balance and moving towards the Holy Grail.

Making mistakes is my duty, like Saint Peter, who out of fear denied Christ three times. Like Fionn mac Cumhaill, who, driven by jealousy, brought about Diarmuid's downfall. Like Perceval, who, standing before the Fisher King, failed to ask the question that burned within him.

We are all like the heroes of myths and legends. They are our reflection, and we are their continuation.

In my work, I strive to convey the spirit of the myths that surrounds us. To do what James Joyce did, but in photographs — to show the myths of our time and touch the sacred, something greater than ourselves.

Joseph Campbell wrote: "People do not seek the meaning of life, but the experience of feeling truly alive." Myths are the key to this feeling, doors to deeper understanding. Mircea Eliade said that myths bring us back to the Great Time, where clocks cease to matter, and only eternity exists. By retracing the steps of heroes or recounting their stories, one may encouter the divine.

I photograph the myths that reveal doors to other dimensions. I hope one day to create my photographic odyssey and share it with others.