14:37: In the neighborhoods of Gyumri, silence speaks louder than people.
My lens focuses on the city they don’t print on glossy postcards. Here, time has frozen within the deep cracks of the walls, and echoes of the past still live among the forgotten plates and glasses scattered on the ground.
This is reality—unscripted, unmasked, and stripped of all ornament. Raw, coarse, and in that very honesty, infinitely close to the soul.
13.03.2026 | Gyumri