If interested in my art, you can find all the photography projects in high resolution on Behance.


4 minutes 39 seconds

Personally, I have a problem to communicate with people. Nevertheless, I am trying to interact with them. Sometimes successfully, other times I fail. One day I got a call. It lasted 4 minutes and 39 seconds and it completely changed my life. After I hung up, I realized I messed up again. And it is my responsibility to learn from my mistakes and prevent myself from repeating them.


act vol. I & II


i speak because i can


rip me when the time is ripe


2020 / 2021

My eyes will break through, spewing forth like a

I suffer from the loss of peripheral vision and yet, I am an artist and a photographer. When looking for the cause of my vision problem, doctors told me I have a cyst of an unknown origin that is pressing on my pituitary gland. Some doctors claimed it is Rathke’s Cleft Cyst, some said it is benign tumor.
It took me a long time to deal with this. Because by dealing with this, I had to deal with death that is constantly present in my life. The result was this zine, you can find it here.


Don’t speak

The project “Don’t speak” reacts to the notion of me accepting that the world around me is not the way I imagined it would be. It is imperfect and full of flaws. I react to the fact that I have certain limits of what I can physically do and achieve in this world, because I suffer from a serious mental illness. It inhibits me from doing what I always wanted to, to save the lives of others and in this way share the values I believe in. Find the whole project here.


bleeding in progress (not my responsibility)

Some people hate what I wear
Some people praise it
Some people use it to shame others
Some people use it to shame me
But I feel you watching

(taken from a song “Not My Responsibility” by Billie Eilish)


bloody fights

When pleasure becomes pain life becomes abnormal. It seems fine for a while but after some time you have to find a way not to kill yourself while performing these pain/pleasure rituals. It is not easy to sublimate those feelings.

I found out that creating fake blood and working with materials that seem to produce pain but do not harm me physically or mentally is the best way to live in this pathological body. It is not easy at all. You have to set the appropriate boundary, suffocate yourself with plastic to achieve the catharsis and pleasure but stop in the right moment not harm yourself.