She was born in Trabzon in 1981. She graduated from the Department of Agricultural Engineering in 2004. She completed her master's degree in the same profession in 2008. The same year she became a member of Bursa Photography Art Association. Then she completed the photography course organized by the association. She received the AFIAP title from FIAP in 2012 with her ongoing membership. The same year, she was selected to the Turkish national photography team to compete in the FIAP nature biennial. However, she has won many national and international awards. She took part in personal and group exhibitions in Turkey and abroad. Recently, she has been working on human portrait and nature.
"Herbivore Migration", which is a common tradition in the Eastern Black Sea innate of the plateau festivals. During this period, which is from the second week of July to the beginning of hazelnut harvest, between the taking of corn grass and the beginning of hazelnut harvest, food and clothing to be taken to the plateau on Thursdays and Fridays were packaged and then departed. During the journey, been sat at the fountains in accordance with the customs from the past; folk songs were sung, eaten, drunk and horons played. Upon the danger of the loss of these traditions, plateau festivals have started to be organized in order to experience the old days again. The most magnificent of the plateau associations in the region is the "Hıdırnebi Festival" held every year on July 20 at the Denek Çimeni behind Hıdırnebi Rock. This week-long festival ends on 20 July with a magnificent finale. These photographs, on the one hand, present a cross-section of human and natural landscapes from the geography of the Black Sea, on the other hand, they consist of frames showing their enthusiasm, celebrations and colorful lifes. Sometimes I hold my lens to children, who are added to the colorful nature of the Black Sea as a beauty, and women who are the family's dynamo. Most importantly, a horon embroiders the enthusiasm of men and women who defy the harshness of the Black Sea while the drums are beating. The fog of the mountains also mingles with our lives, and a barber's test with a mirror. While time passes with a flow of butterflies, the sun goes down in my visor, promising to come the next day, waving at the lovers looking behind it ...
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