Mhars Obea...international cosmonaut.
I am a woman, mother, sister, daughter, writer, model, linguist, philosopher, poet, romantic, provocateur, manipulative, educated, sweet talking son of a gun.
I take pictures to allow a glimpse through my two eyes at the beauty, the awkwardness, the corruption, the creativity, the hodge podge of this and that taking over my brain waves. I shoot what reels me in by name, seduces my senses, and then spits out, into a fractal of floating bits, what once was crafted as the me you see until I piece them all together again. My face changes with every photograph and you may call me...
Mhars Obea.
