Purchase of artworks.
The presented works are available for purchase as original prints. Every piece exists in no more than 10 copies, is signed by the artist and comes with an individual certificate of authenticity.The works are printed on Hahnemühle Fine Art Rag Metallic paper (340 gsm, 100% cotton), a high-quality museum-grade paper that allows for the rendering of rich texture, depth of color, and sharp detail, with a longevity guarantee of up to 100 years.
Each print is an independent art object, created with careful attention to material and craftsmanship.The works in this section are not just images, but a captured state of the artist. They are created at the intersection of light, body, and nature—as a sensation that cannot be reproduced again.
“Secret of Petals”
A magic of unfolding — as deep as the universe itself. In every layer, an infinity is hidden.
“Depth”
A world that exists within is quieter than the outer one. And it is there that hearing oneself matters most.
“Bloom”
Life exists — it strives to bloom. A branch already holds a flower within — as a possibility, as an inevitability. Blooming does not require permission. It happens.
“Flower Child in a Cradle”
Triptych A Stillness where Life emerges. Flower and Ice — two states of the same movement.
“Flower Child in a Cradle”
Triptych A Stillness where Life emerges. Flower and Ice — two states of the same movement.
“Flower Child in a Cradle”
Triptych A Stillness where Life emerges. Flower and Ice — two states of the same movement.
“Ash”, (ashes self-portrait)
The second year of War. Return. The first winter. April. A search for what holds me.
“New Year People”
A city in darkness. And only one point of the light flickers. Where joy appears, light is no longer decoration — it becomes a necessity.
“Toys. Fire”
In a time when fire becomes real, softness does not disappear. Between fear and warmth, something fragile remains, yet enough to endure.
“Sprouting”
Earth, grass, sand, wind — everything embraces. Because it is familiar.
“Ash of Anemones”
Beauty does not vanish with form. Even in disappearance, it preserves itself. Like a gesture
left for those who are able to see.
“Princess”
In times when outer beauty fades, it does not disappear within. A state where value needs no confirmation. A quiet confidence to be oneself.
“Girl on the Sphere”
If we could embrace the Earth, we would feel that it holds us. And at the same time, it needs warmth in return. Each of us is like a separate planet,
already carrying life, movement and birth within.
We repeat nature within ourselves and in this, there is a Wonder.
“Shells”
Treasures remain within — quiet, preserved, almost untouched. And only sometimes light touches them just enough to make them visible.
“Halya”
Some voices do not disappear with time. They move through generations, changing faces, yet remaining recognizable. In the presence of another person, there can be a sudden sense of closeness -
as if memory returns not in words, but in warmth.
Like something familiar, that has always been there.
“Spring”
The breath of nature, as powerful as the birth of something new. What appears quietly yet can no longer be stopped.
“I have exploded”
Energy that builds up does not disappear. It accelerates movement, feeling, breath. I am beautiful. I am enough for myself.I am temporary in this world — that’s why I hurry to live.
“Secret”
Each of us carries something unseen. Our thoughts, our fears, our desires — even our Beginning and our End. Not everything needs to be explained. Some things are meant to remain in silence reserved only for ourselves.
“Joker”
In a time when nothing can be predicted, not knowing becomes part of reality. Life feels like a game with hidden cards. And only intuition
leads the way forward.
“I Am a Mother”
At a certain moment I suddenly realized: my child is growing up. His childhood is happening right now — here, within the Reality of the War. And despite everything the greatest happiness for me is to see his joyful eyes, to hear his laughter. In these moments the life proves to be stronger than fear. We will get through the air raids. We have to. We will keep going.
“Mosaic Story”
Memory is made of the Fragments — light and dark, clear and blurred. We assemble ourselves over a lifetime like a mosaic of experiences, encounters, losses and love. And only with time we see within this pattern an answer to the question of who we are.
“Ash”
After fire there is no emptiness. There is a trace.
What no longer burns, yet still holds warmth.
Form disappears, but presence remains. In this state of stillness, something begins again.
“Ash”
After fire there is no emptiness. There is a trace.
What no longer burns, yet still holds warmth.
Form disappears, but presence remains. In this state of stillness, something begins again.
“Attack”
A state of tension and inner collision. Red here is not only about aggression but about a force that breaks through when it can no longer be contained. It is a moment when life narrows into the feeling of struggle — external or internal. And at the same time it reveals the vulnerability hidden beneath that force.