An abandoned cell..
The infinitely long, incredibly frosty and immeasurably snowy winter has finally given way to spring light. And after five months spent in the company of impenetrable darkness and loneliness, my studio, or rather monastic cell, was finally filled with this hopeful light. For me, returning here is comparable to recovering from a seemingly incurable disease.
After I was forced to suspend my work last September, I decided not to immerse myself in pity and sadness, but to devote this time to restoring not only my mental health, but also to repairing my own house, so it's not surprising that because of my meticulousness and tediousness, this process dragged on for such a long time.
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