I’m a writer, photographer, and spatial designer, currently based in Ljubljana. The stability of my locus is similar to the one of the weather.

If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to communicate them at any time –

over tea, coffee, or preferably, cake.

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“I have always cherished old things, used things, things marked by the passage of time and human events. I think of my own self this way, as something much handled, much knocked about, as worn and polished with use and abuse. As something serviceable, perhaps I should say. More serviceable for having had so many masters, so many wretched, glorious, haphazard experiences and encounters. Which explains, perhaps, why it is that when I start to do a head it always turns into a “self-portrait.”

Even when it becomes a woman, even when it bears no resemblance to me at all. I know myself, my changing faces, my ineradicable Stone Age expression. It’s what happened to me that interests me, not resemblances. I am a worn, used creature, an object that loves to be handled, rubbed, caressed, stuffed in a coat pocket, or left to bake in the sun. Something to be used or not used, as you like.”

Henry Miller

“In a landscape where nothing was recognizable except the clouds, and in the middle, in a field of forces crossed by tensions and destructive explosions, the tiny and fragile human body.”

Walter Benjamin

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Anaïs Nin

Listening is an act of community, which takes space, time, and silence.

Reading is a means of listening.

Ursula Le Guin 

“We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.”

Franz Kafka