Hi! Hello! I am grateful that you are here, and want to learn little more about me.
I was born and grew up in Bulgaria. My first memories of printed pictures are from my uncle, who was in the military. He would come home to visit us once a month with a box of paper prints, that he himself had printed. I remember the smell of chemicals still on them, the sensation of touching them, marveling at the images, trying to imagine where they come from, how were they made. Their existence was so mysterious and magical…
Ansel Adams said “You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the art of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the people you have loved” Ah, yes. The truest of all truths….

I remember precisely the very first time I wished I had a camera.
Hungary, 1991. It was the last day of work in an orchard after one terribly long month, a month that all of us hated.
Dark clouds in a matter of seconds covered the sunny sky. They rolled in fast and looked so low it was as if you could almost touch them. The rain came just as quickly and its fierce, heavy drops marked the end of those unhappy days.
Everybody ran towards the dorms screaming with excitement, throwing their shoes in the air and just leaving them behind.

I can still see the little road covered with dozens of pairs, their owners’ countless footprints and streams of water making their way through the muddy soil.
And then there was this light…it was warm and soft, I don’t know where it was coming from, because it wasn’t supposed to be there. Yet, there it was and it made this tiny path in the middle of the orchard look surreal.
I felt disappointed that what was happening before me would just pass by. I had nothing to recorded it with for others to see, because it simply had to be seen.

” When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of a poem twice” – Robert Frank –

I feel the greatest satisfaction when I look at my images and see that I have captured an elusive fraction of time. A story, that will not get lost. A smile, a tear, a curl, a hand, Big moments, little moments. As Mr. R Frank would say “There is one thing the photograph must contain – the humanity of the moment ”
This is why I’ll continue to look through my lens as long as I can, its my way of writing stories. A portrait, landscape or a wedding, there is always so much to be told. Im still as mystified by it all, as when I was a child, holding the thin paper pictures that smelled like chemicals.