I am a migrant and I am a European. I didn’t just move to a different country, but to another continent. All of us coming from different countries are in search of something inexplicable, attractive, secretive, and elusive. We all have different reasons why we move. I’m not interested in the whys, just the sensation of the “New World.” Migration deals with economic indicators, political or personal stories and many other factors, but I’d rather picture the irrational, the absurd, and the illusion or possibility of personal freedom, that this phenomenon gives. 

The country I chose holds secrets and mysteries, and looks more like a tale than a real cartographic place. Mexico is a metaphor; it’s the scene of the tale. 
I am nobody here, so I have the possibility to reinvent my life and to be who I want to be. I am scared of being nobody and living in a fairy tale, so I’m balancing on a fine line between so called reality and imagination. 

I don’t have a sense of reality. Nothing in this „New World” seems to be real; everything is fantastic or absurd.
The Sea Closes at Four is a nonlinear, imaginary perception of the “New World”.  

I work from reality, even though everything I perceive here is a sensation of my own imagination. Using a literary example, I would say I use the camera to write poems. There is no objective reality, only the personal, the subjective one. So I believe, the imaginary, fiction is as important as reality.