Collector’s note
This is not a commercial gallery. These works are released as fine art archival prints, intended for private collections and curated spaces. Each photograph is part of a personal, documentary-based artistic project addressing the hidden mechanisms of domestic abuse, control, and survival. The images are offered in limited and open editions, produced individually upon request and accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity. To preserve the integrity of the works and the privacy of collectors, full-resolution images are shared only upon direct inquiry.
All acquisitions are handled personally by the artist via email communication.
SHOVEL SERIES
A series about the moment when anger becomes strength. About the point where fear collapses and resistance begins. The shovel is not a weapon. It is a symbol of an inner break, of survival, of the moment when silence ends.
phone SERIES
A series about control disguised as care. About surveillance turned into intimacy. About the sound of a phone that no longer connects — it commands. This series documents the psychological mechanics of possession: Where are you? With whom? Why didn’t you answer? Questions that sound ordinary, yet slowly erase personal freedom. The images capture the invisible tension of constant monitoring — the body shrinks, time freezes, identity dissolves into permission.
RED NIGHT SERIES
A series about the nights that leave no visible bruises — only memory, fear, and the body that remembers everything.
Red is not just color here. It is alarm. It is flesh. It is exposure. It is survival. These images enter the most intimate and unspoken territory of abuse: the place where the body becomes a battlefield, and silence is enforced through fear. Each frame exists between vulnerability and resistance. Between what was taken and what remains unconquered..
Bread crumbs SERIES
A series about survival measured in coins, crumbs, and silence. About economic control as a form of invisible captivity. This body of work speaks about dependence created through deprivation — five leva on the table, empty rooms, unpaid bills, and the quiet humiliation of having no choice. The images expose a form of violence that leaves no marks on the skin but carves deep into dignity, autonomy, and self-worth. Bread Crumbs is not about poverty. It is about power.
