What makes us human? Is it our capacity to contemplate and question our existence? To ask complex questions like, e.g., „do tears freeze in rain?” – and to seek complex answers? Or our capacity to comprehend our own mortality, to instantly recognize that someday each and everyone will perish? If your answer is all of…
It started with a dream · a man on the staircase · the red carpet · Who am I? It was a terrible dream. a hollow skull filled with darkness and, within the centre, a flickering yellow light. Below, a game of cards is being played, but the cold is such that colours disappear beneath a…
Staged photography is not of my main interest, so i work in studio only as an exception. Here are just a few samples.
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