photography

The story of me as a photographer starts in 1991 during the war in former Yugoslavia when our family apartment was burned down together with thousands of prints and negatives my father, an ardent amateur photographer, had accumulated. The day after the fire was the last day he took a photograph, a perfunctory snapshot to record the damage for the insurance company. Where my father stopped, I started.

The act of photographing, of looking at the world through a camera lens, helped provide a semblance of control over an otherwise unpredictable world.