I’ve always considered photography a lifestyle, not a profession. Thus, I have never labeled photographers as professionals or amateurs.  The only types that existed were: good photographers and bad ones. Even after forty years of work as a photographer, I still wouldn’t call myself a “professional". Instead, for me, photography is a passion that helps me uncover my surroundings and find my place among them.
  I am interested in the world, in its broadest sense, and play the role of an observer seeing all its events through a transparent piece of glass. It’s as if I am a passenger watching the world pass by through a window. It’s during those moments, where I become part of those surroundings as if I was meant to be there.
  The famous photographer, Cartier Bresson, called it capturing the “decicive moment". The hunt for these moments - mimicry, people, the grotesque, light, weather, form - all these last a second, but they are worth being remembered forever on film. In my work, I avoid direction and studio photography in favor of natural and existing situations.
  There is one source of light that I consider best. That is the sun. It is a natural reflector that doesn’t need any help in producing a reality that cannot be reproduced in any other way. This could be the reason for which I have never been drawn into the world of staged photography and advertising.
  New York is a city of contrast. Anyone who has ever been here, if even for a moment, knows this. Its people, architecture, and rhythm of life all possess elements of intensity. Many times,
  I thought about ways to expose these elements through photography - all in hopes of showing how light creates its own theater in such a great urban jungle.
  Photography uncovers the truth, but it can be altered to examine the point of one’s fascination. After viewing a few test photos, a friend of mine said, “Listen, you’re photographing light!”.
  I took this as a compliment, and began to bypass the atmospheric elements and focus on the impression of each photo rather than its reality. Light is a whim, it’s there for a moment, disappears, and returns entirely different. It is easily disturbed by clouds and fog, which disperse it in ways that cannot be reproduced. It is the antagonist of shadows, which appear heavy and permanent. Together, light and shadow create an inseparable whole where neither exists without the other.