My camera and I move with patience. I rarely hurry; I wait for light, for shadow, for silence. Many of my images are born in the quiet hours: winter mornings, cafés where the light falls in oblique angles, deserted metro stations that hum with their own solitude.

I watch how people dissolve into the landscape, how space begins to speak, how the city breathes even when it pretends to sleep.
Nothing is arranged. Each frame is something found, not made, a fleeting gesture, a conversation between presence and absence.

The real work is to look beyond what appears, to sense the subtle link between what is visible and what remains hidden in the dark.