Since 2007, a body of photographs has been quietly taking shape – images I kept private for many years. Alongside my commissioned work in architectural photography and personal explorations of landscape, another layer began to emerge. One that was more sensual, more bodily, often unsettled.

At first, there was no intention to ever share these photographs. They were more a means of preserving a space for myself – outside commissions, outside systems, outside public expectations. Partly because some of the images felt too intimate, too unsolicited – as if they didn’t belong in a gallery but rather somewhere in the subconscious.

One of the photographs (a portrait in water) appeared as early as 2008 in an exhibition by the Association of Professional Photographers. But there was still no concept, no title. The series continued to grow – slowly, without structure – more like a private diary than a planned project.

What drove me was the desire to capture fleeting moments of beauty that reveal themselves only rarely – not obvious or decorative beauty, but a quiet and deeper kind, the kind that strikes something within. Over time, the diary became an album – where selected pieces are pinned in place, to last a little longer.

These Images Indociles are not a new direction, but rather the unveiling of an undercurrent in my work. They are not a response. They are traces of a second, secret life that has always run parallel to the official one.