My project is a study of the city, my relationship to it, a search for my place, my feeling. What can I love about him? Will I be able to become a part of it? Do I want it? Will the city agree to accept me?

In public opinion it is not customary to talk about negative things. And I would probably agree that it is contagious. But sometimes silence also tears you apart from the inside. 

We are people, we have the right to different emotions and relationships. Perhaps someone will recognize themselves in this project, perhaps someone will look at their city in a new way. Some will see more than is usually shown to tourists on postcards with views of the city.

The first shots were difficult, I didn’t feel them, they were "not mine".
Each subsequent shooting followed from the previous one. I was looking for my sound in this city. What is mine here, and what I can paraphrase for myself. 

At some point, the grayness receded, or rather got tired of it. Yes, I cannot accept and love it, but if I cannot change the world around me, then I myself can become the center of the color, the smile, the attitude that I carry further, which will spread around me.

Going on photo walks, looking for something attractive, I felt that this way I had a common history with the city. The city becomes a friend, with whom we are already writing the general history of our friendship: here is an incomparable view, here you are always met by cats, gypsies on horses are carrying some old stuff, and how much color there is in the trams or in the trash. And that's a completely different story...