SHE DANCES IN DARKNESS
"We ride through life on the beast within us. Beat the animal, but you can't make it think." ― Luigi Pirandello
Chojnice / Warsaw - Poland, May 2016
When I first met her fragile soul I knew she was trouble. She wasn’t strong enough to escape her dark fears within her Polish roots. I went on the road with her across never-ending melancholic landscapes. Shallow faces I passed by. Hidden pain cracks the land under their feet. I included the coordinates as marks on endless woods, just to not get lost within her paths.
I have started reading from her lips about the creatures crawling from bellow. Sorrow reality tries to dance along. Primitive beauty captured moments when she tiredly moved her skinny limbs. Movement provides an illusion of tomorrow while she is dreaming of yesterday. She keeps her trophies in her small shelter.
"White knight rescues her any time that equality becomes a burden."
Ljubljana - Slovenia, December 2017
Alone in futuristic concrete, with deer horns as a weapon in his right hand, trying to find the purpose in an empty, abandoned space. Loneliness seems like a passing gaze of blurred coldness around us. A powerful manifesto represents his own individual posture, a new idea with prescriptive terms leads to changes in the common human beliefs. Solid force causes friction that opposes relative movement against unknown world coordinates. Inner search brings a new way of building our gross perceptions.