wings

so much ephemera

I have a book
filled with drawings
inscribed with love
that I can't bear to look at

Sliced my finger deep
so much blood
it needed 3 clips
have to do things with one hand

I opened a drawer
inside was a heart
and the words I am Charlie
written in French

So much ephemera

Do the emotions we experience mark or change what we see, and how we represent our world?

I used to think that I was a person that went out with a camera to find things, but maybe those things find me. I struggle daily to try to understand this insane world and what has happened to empathy and honesty. All I can do is hold on to beauty as a memory as its reality passes and fades.

Forging our own path

                                                         Bratislava            summer                2015

I mistook recognising myself for knowing myself, and forgot that each new discovery is a piece of self discovery. Yet I felt much wonder at each footstep, and lived so fully with every breath.

                                                             Ruzinov                  winter                  2017

Life

                                                    Prague      summer       2015

More than words can convey, I feel photographs best represent my relationship with the world around me. The process of looking and reacting by taking a photograph feels like a natural conversation between myself and life. It is often difficult to present oneself fully in the moment as we are so often reflecting on our past or projecting an uncertain future. The combination of looking and feeling and deciding, after some time becomes of more significant importance than that of describing and justifying. The images have not only outlived their original feelings but have taken on a greater role in the understanding of what it is to have a life and how precious and momentary it is.

sometimes

 

you see something once and it leaves a lasting impression on you.

man on the moon

                                                                     Ruzinov                  winter            2017

After a night filled with explosions
today it is like the surface of the moon;
deserted frozen and silent.
For a brief moment
I felt like the man on the moon.