Portraits

“I have a fondness for when the landscape becomes surreal.” – Edward Burtynsky

‘If you can smell the street by looking at the photo, it’s a street photograph.’ Bruce Gilden

Photographing rescues and releases of wild animals, thanks to the amazing people of "Naxos Wildlife Protection Association", revealed to me an amazing world of pure love, respect, endless devotion and admiration. Emotions that push you without thought or hesitation into real action to protect wildlife!

"To see in colour is a delight for the eyes but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul" – Andri Cauldwell.

To look upon the Kayan is to witness a living tradition etched in gold and brass, a quiet defiance against the erosion of modernity. Known for the sacred coils that elongate the neck, their beauty is not merely aesthetic but a profound language of identity and heritage. Within the dappled light of their forest homes, there is a meditative stillness to their movements and a piercing clarity in their gaze. These portraits seek to honor the dignity of the Kayan soul, capturing the intricate balance between the weight of history and the lightness of a vanishing way of life.

In the kingdom of the setting sun, time is measured by the lengthening shadows of minarets and the slow pouring of mint tea. Morocco is a sensory tapestry woven from the dust of the Atlas Mountains and the electric blues of the Medina. Here, every carved doorway is a threshold to antiquity, and every narrow alleyway holds a secret whispered in saffron and cedarwood. These frames capture the soul of a land that exists between the stillness of the Sahara and the rhythmic pulse of the souq, a place where the light doesn't just fall, it glows.

“Big Sweet has this island, virtuous are the faces of people, piles are shaped by melons, peaches, figs and the sea is calm. I looked at the people - never this people have been frightened by earthquakes or by Turks, and their eyes did not burn out.Here freedom had extinguished the need for freedom, and life spread out as happy sleeping water. And if sometimes was discomposed, never rose tempest. Safety was the first gift of island that I felt as walking around Nàxos." (N. Kazantzakis, "Report to El.Greko"

Between the limestone giants of the north and the silken waterways of the Delta, Vietnam breathes in shades of jade and charcoal. It is a land of persistent grace, where the morning mist clings to rice terraces like a memory and the incense of ancient pagodas curls toward a humid sky. In the chaos of the city and the silence of the countryside, there is a shared heartbeat, a resilience found in the eyes of a vendor or the solitary curve of a wooden boat. This collection is an exploration of a country that flows like water, ever-changing yet eternally rooted.