Statement : Delusion, Confusion, Phobia, Paranoia, Fantasy, Daydream.... My inner world has always been filled with delusion. I suffered with the obsession of being attacked by someone. On dark streets, in closed rooms, and in elevators - my fear hides in the darkness with me, lurking as an invisible predator waiting to ambush me. I’m often fearful of being attacked, even when I know it won’t happen. I feel panic, along with fear. What is really scary is not the thought of a physical predator outside, but my own delusion, that which lives inside of me. As an adolescent, I often thought that I was the only one who existed in the world, in this moment, and at this time axis. All others lived outside of that world (my world) in different times and realities. At this moment I am alive, but I die at every moment, my family and friends also die, my world is on the time axis of this moment only. I simply don’t exist before or after this moment. What is the meaning of my existence and the world we live in? Despite feeling empty and at a loss while I was creating the” Delusion” project, I continued to see the world through a filtered lens and sometimes found the beauty of the world through my tears. Photography is the only place I belong. It is where I seek my true self. I am the delusion and we exist in an inseparable relationship. No matter where I am, delusions will always rise up after. One after the other.