For Veneta Karamfilova, the photography is an exploration of the mind. A kind of fiction, offering a glimpse of a co-existing reality. A way of seeing a world floating between unspoken dreams yet-to-be and the endless nostalgia for the time that has never been, with a surreal motif.
Her series of black & white and colour photographs show the fragile beauty of the flowers which always fascinated her for being a so apt a metaphor of the ephemeral life. A poetic tragedy - I'm here, I'm beautiful and I'm going to die.