The word "photography" was created from the Greek roots φωτός (phōtos), genitive of φῶς (phōs), "light" and γραφή (graphé) "drawing", togehther meaning "drawing with light"... 



There are some places where one can recharge. There are some places with exeptional energies, with a particular aura. For me one of this places is the botanic garden in Gardone at Lake Garda in Italy, which was created by the Austrian artist André Heller...


I proudly present:

The last weeks I was busy finishing my latest book "FRONTLINE". Yesterday finally I got the printed books...

Visiting the battlefields on the approaches to Moscow one can hardley avoid the imposing numbers of Soviet memorials. Along the 600 km long front line, there are large ones, such as the so-called Panfilov‘s Warriors near Volokolamsk or the Shtiki Memorial on the main road to St. Petersburg. There are the monuments at the Stop Line, the line where the German advance was finally stopped. There is a Monument to the Defenders of Moscow‘s Sky (near Mozhaisk), a Monument to the Sappers (in Volokolamsk) and the Monument to the Siberian Soldiers (in Lenino-Snegiri). Off the main streets one can find countless statues, memorials and graves of soldiers. Some of them are at the same time mass graves. But the majority of the fallen soldiers of the Red Army have no grave, no monument because two-thirds of the Soviet wartime dead have no known graves...

I did the photographs for this book in winter 2015/16. They are far from a complete inventory, should (and could) not be. They are showing those monuments and memorial that have impressed me most. And they reflect the mood that places radiate (at least for me). 

They should also be a reminder to the 20 million civilians killed and the seven million fallen Soviet soldiers of WW2. 

Here are some sample pages:

The first edition of this book is limited to 50 copies, all signed and numbered.

Copy #1 to #10
book numbered and signed
plus an exclusive fine art print
(34x23,7cm, matted to 40x50cm)
Edition 1 of 1, signed and dated ________________ € 99,- (+shipping)

Copy #11 to #50
numbered and signed ________________________  € 39,- (+ shipping)

You can find more about my book at my  homepage


Juried Exhibition

One of my pictures, Apocalypse #5, was selected for the juried collective exhibition The Abandoned Landscape at the SE Center for Photography in Greenville, South Carolina, USA. The juror was Laura Campbell, Publisher of the Looking Glass Magazine.

Apocalypse #5 [Karabash, Ural]

The SE Center for Photography
1239 Pendleton Street, Greenville, South Carolina 29611, USA

1st - 25th April 2016
Reception 4/1  6-9PM


Snow story...

I was woken up by rain. It was dropping to my face and I tried not to wake up. After some time I surrender and went to get some coverage for our faces to be able to felt a sleep again. 
Somebody called me from the balcony and I came out. Instead of balcony there was a road covered with wonderful shine - creaking snow. Some happy strangers in warm clothes passed by. Near my window was standing my young and beautiful mother and smiling to me. I was naked and felt nice frost by my skin but I was not frozen. I cam to her and breath with warm air on my frozen window to melt ice and to look inside. Inside was a fir-tree covered by snow. That's surprised me. I expected to see rain...

Afterwards my mother showed me old black and white photos of my childhood which I never had. On these pictures I saw mother looks like she never looks. My beloved uncle, looks like I never saw him before. Myself, little girl with toys which I never played. I looked on the flat of my childhood where I never lived. To the street in the window, belongs to the city and country which I never knew before. But all this knowledge was so native to me that after I waked up and looked to the clean Moscow sunrise I was not able to realize which of the past is more real...

And after was a flash of understanding. And everything became clear and simple. And I realized that there are no accidents in my life - everything is consistent and necessary. And I need everybody whom I meet as well as they need me. And for a second I felt myself endless solid in all my eternity multidimensionality. And it was wonderful...

Sweet Dreams for you...