My story begins with my father’s old Zenith camera which he hide on the top of bookshelf. Whenever I was alone at home, I was messing with it. I always remember my father with his camera on his hands. Unfortunately, my family was forced to migrate from Bulgaria to Turkey with other 300,000 people in 1989 during the dissolution of the socialist regime. We had to leave most of our photos, this camera and many other belongings behind us. However, that never stopped my father from taking pictures until he passed away at this young age of 34.
Years later, this emotional and traumatic experience led me to turn to photography and reflect it as my artistic expression. I am working on memory, belonging and those left behind. I follow memories, whose fate is to fade away, and which can never be repeated in terms of existence and question the memory and rebuild it.
I am pushing my limits on how the photographic image can exist in other ways and working on the representation of photography. I let myself go with the flow of the moment, use randomness as a tool and turn my experiences into my artistic expression.
I am using alternative photography printing techniques and experimental darkroom printing as a form of artistic expression and not searching for perfect image. It’s all about destiny, accident and coincidence. I am experiencing experience. Something “imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete”.