Some images have no direct destination. They intrigue. They are alone and perhaps need no company. As they stand next to one another they aquire another meaning than when they stood alone.
Sometimes extra-ordinary things happen, call it magic if you like, as with the heart which fell out of the watermelon, or like the knees which do not resemble knees. Nothing is what it seems, one disguises the other. Photography is tricky. It is not as real as we assume it to be.I do not use tricks, I register and compose what I see. This in itself, is tricky enough.