Different Language

With this series I am going back to the eighties. I am sinking into the depths of memory and at the same time into black holes of the era, which did not fancy otherness in any form. The people in the photographs, thanks to the unforgiving lighting, suddenly emerge from the darkness as if surprised at their activities. They have no clear sense and they occur in areas that are not clearly defined. As if they are nocturnal animals, distracted in their lairs, they react confused – sometimes they strike a spasmodic pose, sometimes they face away or escape from the image.