For me, the camera became a sketchbook, an instrument I could use to practice my intuition, to express my sensitivity, sensuality, and intelligence. I am always learning to be unique and free to express my senses and emotions, to resist vulgarity. My belief is that the essence of real photography has not changed since it was invented and that the technical aspects of photography are not a major concern. I always freely experiment with the endless possibilities of natural light, composition, color, and texture, and shoot with a non-post-process mindset.

A photographer’s eye will often be arrested where ordinary people will see nothing remarkable.
The arrangements of various objects, fragments of something that was alive, and a rich variety of “found by chance” objects and their lifeless aesthetic.
They seem odd and poetic while at the same time they are banal, everyday, and alienating in their unreal interrelations.
As if Still Life as a medium makes time stand still and preserve life itself.
The images of Still Life appear as a mosaic of stories about love and loss, about findings and discoveries. They explore our relationships with the objects and artifacts, memories and experiences that shape our lives. Simple things can be reflections of our desires, abilities and hidden feelings. Our everyday life, a household is filled with objects and habits that form the basis of the existence of every person. It is possible to show the beauty of things imperfect, and impermanent, the beauty of things conventional and unconventional. I believe the ability to appreciate, to be amazed by the smallest fragment of surroundings will lead to appreciation of the whole world. I invite to look at the overlooked plain reality around us in our daily routine. My images represent a purely subjective perception, the way I think in a form of a theatrical scene.
Still Life compositions are abstract symbols of situations and events forming a complete scene in my photographs. As in a kaleidoscope, a pattern appears once, fascinates, and vanishes. Next time everything will be different… in still life.