I have worked as photographer for 11 years, included 8 years break?

Who I am?

All the time I have been looking for a right answer, but I think – it doesn’t exist. There is only doubt.

Today I think that I am a photographer, a musician with literary passion, but first of all I am a human and nothing human is alien to me.

What are my photos like?

They are definitely poor. Out of focus, fuzzy, stained, thin, too much contrastive and nothing more than people, ordinary people and their emotions written on their faces and expressed by their poses, gestures, and their glances…but who cares these days about the other man?