Through the cracks within us light penetrates

From the ruins of war, Ukraine’s resilience emerges. Shattered buildings and torn walls bear witness to lives once lived and crimes endured. Through the cracks, light carries memory and hope, proving that life, though wounded, still stands.

"From Darkness, Light Emerges."

The Maidan barricades were, in russia’s eyes, the ultimate sacrilege — the uprising of a people turning toward the West, the burning affirmation of its sovereignty.
This longing for openness, for emancipation, this thirst for light could only be smothered by an authoritarian and opaque regime.

Since February 2022, Ukraine has been plunged into a brutal war, devastating its territory.
Everywhere, the scars of destruction stretch across the land: gutted buildings, collapsed roofs, gaping walls, furniture scattered like fragments of broken lives. These ruins are silent witnesses of chaos, echoes of lives abruptly cut short by the thunder of shells, drones, and missiles.

There is a strange fascination in destruction.
It draws us in as much as it terrifies us, like a relentless reminder of our own mortality — a contemporary memento mori.

But it is not death that captivates me, not fear.

What moves me is the invisible, persistent presence of life that once was. A quiet melancholy. A trace, an imprint: someone lived here, loved here, dreamed here, and perhaps, one day, someone will live here again.

To photograph these places is not a neutral act. It is a necessity.
Because every building struck, every heap of rubble, every shattered wall tells of a war crime.
Families lived there. Children played. Workers spent their days. These places had a soul.

By placing my light inside these places, I do not seek to restore — I seek to bear witness, to say: “this was.”

And in the light that threads its way through the cracks, there is also a promise: “this will be.”

Like the light of stars that reaches us long after they’ve died, my images carry the memory of what once was. And in those memories, in those fragments of light shining through the breaks, hope endures.

“Through the cracks within us, the light penetrates”
This verse resounds like a gentle prayer, an incantation of rebirth.

Even at the heart of the abyss, light survives. Darkness does not extinguish hope. Death cannot silence life.

These ruins speak of us, too — our fragility, our intimate traumas, our impermanence.
But above all, they tell us this:
Life persists. Always, it finds its way, like water, like light — tirelessly.

These buildings, like the Ukrainian people, are wounded, yet standing, cracked, but unbroken.
They are the embodiment of resilience, the living flesh of a nation’s hope.

This is not about contemplating ruin, but reading in it the signs of renewal. A reminder that light always prevails.