Life goes on to reveal to us certain secrets, which come to light when the past invites us to revive memories. I set out to take photographs in order to understand in which way to express what I've seen and experienced through the poetics of photographic images. Only then can I begin to take pictures and connect moments (photographs) reflecting space and time into context and thus enable the viewer to perceive the emotion, which symbolises the meaning of our existence.
Then I come upon l'instant decisive (The Decisive Moment, Henri Cartier-Bresson). When does this decisive moment happen for me? When I'm choosing the image to be taken and press the shutter release button or when I sit in front of my computer and decide which one of numerous photographs shall I choose and which might become lost forever?
