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I find astonishing and indescribable beauty in
wreckages of joylessly gray-coloured,
yet enchanting world of steel and concrete.
Ghosts of wicked times are calling for absolution.
Sit beside me, let's listen.
Matt, 20, Poland.
architecturetc said: Your blog is great, the pictures are amazing! xx
I’m really happy you like it! :)
drawer-s-veins said: Hi , I saw your photographs on my dashboard and then I took the time to discover your artistic universe. Without an hesitation you're one of my favorite tumblr photographer , I like discover new photographers but some like you , who make me feel something, I can't describe , it's rare. I wish I could be with you when you're looking at these unique places. Your work can't be qualified it's just unique. Thank you for sharing your photos , keep going , you are very talented ! Kisses , Diane
Diane, your letter is a praise photographers’ selfish ego longs for secretly and powerfully. I’m stunned and delighted at the same time! It’s an absolute joy, being able to invite you into my universe. Into gloomy wonderland I took so few inside. It’s amazing and I’m humbled.
I bow to your words. I’ll strive for the best!
qbnscholar said: BAM! Perhaps one of your most powerful images, among so many. Perhaps because it is so beautiful, and so haunting. Makes my brain explode with stories, and the title is superb, too. Almost envious.
Not almost, but openly envious of your ability to x-ray photographer’s thoughts! Lust… comes first. It seems a bliss. Light filling the room. It’s a light which doesn’t reveal, rather becomes a veil on the mind. Light which makes desolated room look so pure.
After Lust there is Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy and Pride. And those are the titles of scenes that will appear. Some of Seven Deadly Sins fuel minds, but united together caused the ironic soviet apocalypse we witnessed half century ago. And everything that remained still reeks of them.
qbnscholar said: So Fritz Lang Hollywood film-noir I could just plotz.
This photograph is special, Fern. I wouldn’t be able to create this murky scene without Martha, my unaware model. Although a faint spectre, she is the muse of this shot. Personification of juxtaposition I found in every detail of this image… It’s the sticky shadow kept at bay by frail light, trope of half closed door, wavering balance of silhouette and negative space. Maybe I’m no ‘master of darkness’ like Lang, yet being compared to him is a grand ennoblement!
surreal-sadness said: Amazing work. Really its amazing. Thanks for being an awesome follower :D
Mark, thank you! And you’re welcome ;)