Still Life (2015 - ongoing)

Josef Sudek taught me to see the sacred in the small. After losing his arm in war, he turned his lens inward—to cracked windowpanes, dusty bottles, the play of light across his garden. In his stillness, I found my own. These quiet scenes are not mere objects but vessels: a bowl holds shadows like secrets, a wilting rose becomes a clock. I frame what others might overlook, seeking the stories that hum beneath surfaces.