Inside - out

a short story about memento mori Melbourne Museum

art that's being created day by day by people for people Spain, Malaga

Let me take you for a walk Empty walk of strangers

It is my very personal and important project focused on the concept of a sad beauty of the empty landscapes I explored on my own. “FROM THE EDGE” is my glorification for the beauty and monumental impressiveness of Tasmanian Mountains. The atmosphere of standing on the edge of a cold, windy peak, staring into the void. Breath-taking distance from my forehead to the line of the horizon. And the silence. “TO THE DARK WATER” is focused on the atmosphere of being in the middle of the great ocean, alone, facing the powers of nature. When all around is only lazy rippling water and flat, foggy hills of the land I’ve never seen before. And the silence.

still walking through abandoned lands

A few steps between Krakow's stalls Strange, probably too dirty and too drunk for decent people to even look at But let's risk a privilege of decent name And let's take just these few steps Into lives of people that sells their stories between the stalls of Krakow Krakow, Poland

I met this man on the empty road in the industrial suburbias of North Geelong in south Australia. He said: Make a documentary about me. I am dying. I said: I will. He said that his wife died - there is an image of him, praying to the picture of his Beloved One. He said he loved John Lennon. He hated the English Queen because "she let the bodyguards stand in cold for the whole day. It is cruel. She is cruel." He said that "They" are constantly trying to assassinate him. I asked: Why? He said that he is fighting for the new world order and piece. "They" don't like it. He lived in a van with his dog - Carmen. It's been 12 years already. His son was emo. He sings about suicide and plays guitar. He showed me a recording of his son and cried. He said that I am the one that is going to show the world his life. Here it is A story of one Man.

a post-apocalyptic festival in Stargard, Poland

we used to burn with blue flames but now there is only a smell of gas in the air from the broken neon