Fragments of Free Childhood; Hands of Time

by Maria Sokor

“I have always been drawn to the quiet poetry of the everyday — the way light falls across a worn table, the texture of flour on hands, the stillness between generations. Growing up in a small village, I was surrounded by nature, craft, and the beauty of simple rituals. Those early impressions taught me to observe closely, to notice the interplay of form, texture, and emotion — a habit that later found expression through photography. Photography, for me, is a form of silent communication — a way of translating emotion into image. I don’t seek to capture perfection, but rather the fleeting, the intimate, the familiar. Every photograph is both an observation and an offering. I’m especially captivated by food and still life. A loaf of bread, a child’s glance, a flower from my mother’s garden — these become metaphors for time, loss, love, and presence. Through visual storytelling, I hope to share something beyond language — a memory, a feeling, a breath — that speaks directly to the vie.”