In the most pure and eloquent way a photographer is a writer with light…
I consider myself one of those writers touched a bit by the creative spirit and a reasonable amount of madness. For me is a true pleasure to record emotions of an event, a place or to capture a glance of eternity in my viewfinder.
I was raised in a very warm and creative house in Eastern Europe. My dad Alexandru, a remarkable geologist and university teacher lured me in the word of light and nature. I remember always with tears in my eyes frequent mornings when I was wake up by soft, old vinyl records, music and delightful fresh baked cookies smell from my mother’s kitchen…
I was surrounded by art, traditions and love all my life.
Hope you will find in my work a small part of a vanished but stunning world.