I have seen how women reveal themselves in the frame, not immediately, not artificially, but gradually, when trust begins to work. And then, when they receive their photos, in response I hear something like: “Is that me? Seriously?”

Yes, that's you. The one you may not have seen yourself as yet. But the one that has always lived in you.

I have become convinced: one photo can preserve more emotions than a hundred words. A look, silence, tension in the fingers, the tenderness of a smile, fatigue or inspiration - all this remains where no explanation is needed.

Maybe that is why I love photography so much. It is honest. It's intimate. And it's always about more than just looks.