- Tell us about your work. Why did you become a photographer? What do you do?
This is one of those questions that probably most photographers dislike on a deep, visceral level. There are people who have a pre-packaged answer ready for this question. But in reality, I believe that most of us ended up in photography by accident, as a weird unconscious evolution that led us to it step by step… something that happens due to general messiness of life. I do have a messy story myself. I picked up my first camera when I was 7 years old. It was winter and we just arrived to Slovakia as refugees from the Bosnian war. My father, in spite of having almost no money – for a reason no one in the family is able to explain to this day – bought one of those plastic disposable yellow Kodak film cameras. The first picture that I took was actually of my parents. They were standing next to town’s graveyard, dressed in clothes donated by Caritas. My vantage point was low, so I was naturally pointing the camera upwards and you can clearly see that the sky was this depressing wintery shade of grey. And even though our lives were not easy or happy at that time, my parents were holding hands and smiling—their faces lit up by the automatic flash. I don’t remember looking through the viewfinder or why my infant mind decided to frame them the way it did, but I remember the sound the camera made when I pressed the shutter. *click* It was exciting. And I remember why I took the photograph: I was happy and free, unburdened from everything, present in the moment and my parents were the ones that made this feeling possible.