Silent Escapes
This project started a few years ago as I was finding my way in
the mysterious world of the large format film photography. The
slow and conscious process of making a 4x5 negative finally
clicked with my favourite subject - capturing rare and
impermanent moments of serenity and balance. When everyone
strives for “stunning” and “epic”, I feel the need to make quiet
photographs, slowly, with a normal lens. I am travelling,
listening to the water, the trees and the grass, trying to frame
the emptiness.
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Why All The Time
These photographs are inspired by the question in the end of the popular Michio Mado poem:
Why are
Only the oldest
Always the newest?
A series of colourful landscape cuts. Some on the edge of the
abstract, some scenic. Frames from the nature, as old as time
and never the same.
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Suspended Reality
A series about those brief moments, when the reality feels
suspended in thin air. It could be the scene or the subject,
sometimes even the light and the way it alters the shapes and
the colours. Everything seems familiar yet new, stretching the
seemingly chaotic fabric of the reality.
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Backyard Abstracts
This series is about the chaotic geometry and colour clusters I
find in the backyards, side alleys and culs-de-sac. I am roaming
around the scruffy city areas treasure hunting for abstract
photographs.
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Between me and the Sea
The edge where the land meets the sea is my favourite place to
be. It tames the restless mind, washing away the insignificant,
wave by wave. I press the shutter when I feel in complete sync
with the slow pulsation of the sea, when the past and the future
disappear completely.
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The narrow road to the deep forest
This series started while I was working on another, yet
unfinished project. I was searching for the last remaining old
Bulgarian forests. During my location scouting hikes, I started
taking pictures along the forest trails leading to the deep
woodland. Then I stumbled upon a copy of Basho’s “The Narrow
Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches”. It reminded
me that the journey is as important as the destination, so I
began making a deliberate collection of hand held photographs
from my forest hikes.
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