About

Sabina Tabakovič

⚘ Sabina Tabakovič is a photographer and visual poet whose work explores self~portraiture, nature and the intimate human presence through a poetic visual language. Her work explores photography as a language beyond words, a sensory and embodied form of expression rooted in light, movement, freedom and emotional truth. 

Highly sensitive, she uses the camera as both a safe place and a bridge to the world, creating space for expression beyond translation. She is drawn to forests and waters, swans and fire, poetry and dance, and the intimate, sacred rhythms of everyday life. 

Her images often evoke a dreamlike world, where shadow and light, stillness and the gentle flow of life, intertwine. Based in Scandinavia, her practice is rooted in intuition and process rather than technical rules, shaped by listening, observing, and the lived moments of life. Through photography, she creates spaces where tenderness, freedom and the richness of experience coexist, inviting viewers to encounter themselves beyond language. In a time when language is increasingly fast, loud, and overexplained, Sabina Tabakovič works in a more intuitive, open and poetic way. Rooted in nature, embodiment, and self~portraiture, her images move between stillness and motion, intimacy and the vastness of the world. Forests, water, light, and the artist’s presence become living collaborators in a visual language that exists beyond words.As an autistic, highly sensitive artist, she approaches photography as a form of communion, a listening to the world with body, heart and soul. Light falling on skin, movement becoming prayer and beauty revealed in the ordinary. What emerges is not an explanation of the work but an invitation, to slow down, to feel and to remember that art can be a magic meeting place rather than a statement. A Language Beyond Words.

Sabina Tabakovič takes photographs. She walks into forests and listens. She gathers lavender, lights fires and watches the flames. She swims in oceans, rests by water, follows swans across still mornings, and notices deer at the forest’s edge, letting the world speak through her work. Sometimes she paints her lips red and slips into vintage dresses. She steps into flower gardens, letting time brush softly across her shoulders. She photographs her own body in nature’s presence and her best friend Marianne, with tenderness, reverence and dignity.She waits for light. She trusts the shadow. She breathes. She presses the shutter. And everything happens under perfect light, because it is hers, entirely. ⚘