For over a decade, I have been photographing the region where I was born and raised - not as an outsider drawn to its mythology, but as someone who knows the particular quality of its light, the weight of its silence, and the stories written into its walls.
Transylvania is a place of layered time. Saxon villages, wooden churches, crumbling estates, and fog-wrapped hillsides carry centuries of culture that is quietly, steadily disappearing. This project is my attempt to bear witness - to the people who still live by old rhythms, the heritage architecture that holds collective memory, and the landscapes that shape both identity and belonging.
My approach is documentary at its core: I observe, wait, and respond. The most honest images come from stillness - from paying close attention to a face, a gesture, or a window opened every morning at the same hour.