Perfectionism I:
Striving for Perfection

Looking at perfection from the outside, I see boundaries, shapes, and the desire to merge with the surrounding world.
Sometimes, the striving for perfection leads to stagnation.
The helmet becomes a part of the person—it imprisons the mind within structures, childhood traumas, and past experiences, affecting one’s ability to accept themselves. The cathedral is a perfect example of precise architecture—its clean beauty marked by the absence of chaos and spontaneity. It seems to merge with the human figure, and together they become parts of the same perfection.

Perfectionism narrows perspective, compressing inner freedom that needs time to unfold.

This set of frames shows delicate balance between control and vulnerability — the heart of perfectionism. The motorcycle helmet represents calm rationality and self-protection, the shield we wear to stay safe. The teddy bear embodies warmth, tenderness, and emotional openness — a connection to our inner child, the part of us that longs for comfort, play, and acceptance.

Together, they tell the paradox story of a person caught between precision and softness, logic and feeling, structure and heart.

Perfectionism I:
Connection to Inner Child

Perfectionism I:
Mirror of the Inner World

These photographs are composed with such precision that the inner world seems to quietly mirror the outer, turning her into a “work of art” herself — a perfectionist on display, part of the library, an extension of the shelves.

This series explores the pursuit of structure, the effort to fit oneself into standards, and the relentless striving for perfection through learning and self-discipline — yet it is never enough. Still, we search for release, for moments of spontaneity and freedom, as hinted in the final photograph.

Perfectionism I:
Slow Path to Inner Freedom

The final series explores perfectionism within a chaotic, creativity-filled space, with the model serving as an “axis” attempting to bring order to the disorder around her.

Her deliberate, constrained movements reveal the weight of perfectionism, as she merges with the symmetrical lines and shadows that frame her.

While perfectionism offers a sense of comfort, it can also feel like a curse, blocking the simple joy of being oneself. Yet the subtle gestures, attempts to remove the helmet, imperfect shoes, and irregular lines of the dress celebrate childlike imperfection and life’s true colors, hinting at a slow, unfolding path to inner freedom.