2011 - 2014
Hot afternoon, the backstreet in the city center, around the crowds. Boy walking down the street with kestrel in his hand, some people approach, others do not notice. Bird flew through the window of his apartment, now a man wants to give it back in better hands.
The boy is shirtless, smoking a cigarette.
The hidden reality is a portrait of the city. City similar to others where many worlds are combined and permeated. I'm not going to describe them, I do not want to show the reality that everyone can see. Do not want to make postcards of the city. This is my attempt to break the pretense which people play among themselves. Attempt to enter into the fabric of the city to show the emotions of pulling off the mask. Subjective portrait of the city, with which I am associated since birth.