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Stories

Bread and Blood

Only now, when I am in my 30s, I realized that we are passing on to each other our unfortunate fate from generation to generation, unable to break this vicious circle, we choose the image of the victim. Personal story about abyuze in the family.

Short stories

A Lullaby of Life

It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young that it does not let each other think of tomorrow. Just madly mixed in each other's sweat. So irresistible is today that it makes all the fine lines between love, lust and infatuation intertwine with each other.

Intimacy

Broken Poems

A private journal about memories and existence. These photographs found me during the last years as I was questioning myself a lot what photography itself represents to me today, after all these years.

Short stories

INSOMNIA

It's getting serious! One night goes, another comes and I remain here with my eyes open at a time when they are supposed to be closed. But they aren’t! I hear snores of the world and feel so poor… so poor and so devoid… devoid of sleep. Well, people call it insomnia.