I've been always wondering what is hidden in human environment, what laws are in effect here, what rules govern the flow of time, where at the desert areas a human suddenly appears.
The city is the territory of paradoxes, where each turn of a street or the image of a brick wall can have endless number of meanings and shapes. Sometimes these shapes are irrational, sometimes shallow, sometimes they are inhabited by strange residents. Sometimes they are informative and familiar, sometimes they seem strange and unusual. And even when I go outside in my own hometown, I try to look at it in a different way, as if I was an alien or a discoverer. I welcome you to join my trip!