LETTER TO NOWHERE
I am writing my letter to nobody…
I see the lines in crumpled paper, lines become letters one by another. They make words then and my dreams take visual shapes. They live their own lives from now. Their silence is violet and their laughing is pinky, and I have no power over them anymore… >>>
2013 – 2014
Roads like a life itself, turn over and over under your wheels. Which one is yours you never know. Rocky, dangerous but exciting? Or flat, predictable and save. Always different but never stop moving… >>>
I look around, but never see myself. Seeing myself means looking at my own reflection and see like others do.
But it is no more than illusion. Glossy surfaces attract. I glance at it, it’s like a windows into the sole…>>>
Passers. Who are they? The common picture of the city is filled with them. Their voices, gestures, coats, suits, scarves, umbrellas, high heels, cigarette smoke, their morning сoffe. They bring a life into the cities. Each of them has his own story… >>>