For all years i have a photocamera in my hands i photograph mostly in my city. I travel little, and there is nothing special and unique among my interests that would be shared with the world. Thereby, i just photographed everything that took my attention, without any goal, not knowing, actually, why.
One day i gathered all these photographs in one large file, and started to go over them. I was surprised and astonished of the view of my city on these pictures. Small, provincial, the city where nothing happens and time has frozen, it looked in the photographs as if it was marked by the seal of the universal sadness. People, buildings and things are in total despair, and nothing shows that things would change for better.
I think all these photos are just a reflection of the state of permanent lonelyness in which i was all those years. Pictures, repeated through the series: cross, doves, dogs – wear the signs ot this state. Of cause, things are not too bad in my city, and there is enough place for inherent to human being joy and love here.
This city of the sorrow i have seen walking through its streets and outskirts is that dark side. Without which a person can`t understand, that also the light one exists.