1. We live inside an enormous, constantly changing puzzle. In this light, my works are riddles born out of the juxtaposition of the real and the imagined, the private and the universal, the desire and the cancelled desire. I believe in beauty as a way of putting order in chaos. Meaning is never a one-way road, and therefore is always a result of collaboration between what I am trying to communicate, and what you are willing to see. I am interested in exploring universal themes through private questions. I am preoccupied with the issues of identity, love, death, and loss, reality versus fiction, dreams and memories. I am interested in constructing a certain mystery, create hidden introspection and multiple meanings that invite you, the viewer, to question, and hopefully, enjoy my work. In a world hyper-saturated with images, I still believe that everything is possible, anywhere, anytime. I have always believed in parallel universes in which the past and the present coexist in different dimensions. From time to time, they meet through gates that no one could precisely define or locate. I hope that my art could often function as one of those gates.
2. Photography doesn’t exist outside time or light. The moment I click the shutter release button, I embalm my subject matter in a melancholy jar. I “kill” the present and turn it into the past. The photograph is a specimen. The lens becomes a pin holding a fleeting butterfly against forgetting. A photograph is a taxidermied desire in the endless trophy hall of an aesthetic hunting lounge; equally an act of quick, necessary intrusion (like receiving a vaccine against time) and an act of love (we rarely take photographs of what we don’t value). A photograph is a result of both a poetic thought and an aggressive act. Unfortunately, we often speak of photography using hunting terminology, but I prefer building an image like a poem instead of “capturing” it like a trophy. Lifeless, yet brought to life again and again by our gaze; timeless, yet mortal over and over again every time we close our eyes; equally full of hope and full of fear, a photograph is a feeble levee built to prevent the endless attacks of time against beauty and memory.