It's all about the feeling

With art, with people, with all things. If you don’t feel it, it doesn’t really work. Feelings make us move, both the bright ones as well as the dark ones. It’s all a balance, we know, yet often forget.

Photography for me has always been a way of expressing my feelings. As any other artist, most of the time are the challenging, deep, dark feelings that push me into creating. Pain is our best teacher, even if we don’t want to face it.

Expessing feelings, creating art. It’s beautiful to see how people connect with the work, to see they FEEL it. But the greatest gift of all is when they ask me to create such photographs for them, accompanying their vision, brand, product.

Ask que, it all makes sense at the end, they say. You can connect the dots only looking backwards, so keep walking.

Does self believe has a time line?

For those who didn’t grow up in an encouraging environment, where their gifts and authenticity were acknowledged and celebrated, do you think there is a time frame for reaching the self believe we were born with but consciously or unconsciously extracted at a young age? How long do we have to live, through how many hurdles do we have to go through until we finally truly believe in ourselves?

And when we hit that place, do we know how to celebrate? Do you know how to proudly acknowledge our value and boldly be the most authentic Self we could be?

No turning back, but can we move forward?

There are days that boldly mark our life experience. Moments that change us forever. Irreversible situations that we wish we never had to experience. Yet thankfully to them we are able to become our most authentic Self.

Death, illness, moments that break us, crack us open so the light can come in and illuminate our truth are what we resist the most. As humans we cling to the permanent, resisting change, refusing to accept that death is the most certain events of all. End of a cycle or end of a physical life - they are both the same.

We enjoy the fresh, green spring leafs of the trees as much as the colourful autumn patterns, but rarely we see the cycle as one of life and death. for something new to be born, something old has to die. For everything development, there is a change. For every outcome, there is a lesson that has to be learned.

On today’s day 14 years ago my dear Father made his transition. The event that broke me into peaces and allowed me to search for answers and let a different type of light to fill me in. 14 years later I still don’t know why he had to go so early, and if there weren’t any other way to get to where I am. My human brain can only guess. God / The Universe knows best, were just here playing the role in our constellation.

There are wounds that can never heal, an emptiness that can never be filled. I’m grateful for all that I’ve learned about life and about myself, but if I was able to choose, I’d prefer that you’re still here.

It's not easy, but it's worth it

To follow your heart, to stand up for yourself, to be proud of who you have become.

Life is what we make plans for while it’s happening to us. The more I grow in age and consciousness, the more I see how incredibly simple but seemingly complex it is.

I never knew I will be here writing this to you, but also knew I won’t stay where I was. What I’ve learned? - To value every moment more. Even the difficult ones, as they are just passing by just like the beautiful ones.

The impermanence of Life’s track used to scare me. Until I learned to observe it with curiosity and let it be. After all, we do not have all the answers or possibilities. And we definitely have no clue wha it going to happen or how things will turn around.

Women

Women - my never ending source of inspiration. Just like Nature. The two forces that have shaped, nurtured and developed my work since day one.

Women are so inspiring for all that they do, the way that they do it. Creating a flow, their own little iniverse, a world full of colours, textures, shapes and flavours. Every little detail, every hidden corner.

Their outside world, the way they live and present themselves says a lot about them. Some might swear that what is shown outside is exactly what’s inside. But does it really? Can their inner world be even more colourful but some are simply not allowing themselves to express it? Or the contrary - the design magazine lifestyle is just a cover of the ruins that one holds inside?

We are all so multilayered. Going through transitions during our whole life. Recreating ourselves, loosing and gaining identities. In a constant flow.

The most certain thing is change. In which direction that goes, depends only on us.