These pictures represent the fragmented memories from my early travels across the Balkans — and beyond, into Ukraine and Turkey — a region where history collides and phantom pains of the past remain deeply imprinted on the landscape.
They have been following me for years and keep returning to me like repeated verses, raising questions about our longing, vulnerability, and the invisible threads that bind us to places of conflict and to history itself.
It is only now that I have begun to understand what these images might be about and why I took them. As I now place all of this side by side — the landscapes and the people I have encountered here, I realize that they do not come together as a chronology.
Rather, they gather into a kind of inner topography and an enigmatic dialogue with the past, as if the landscape itself were narrating something unspoken, something unresolved.
It is not a story I am trying to tell, but rather an attempt to find some kind of closure.