2023.04 April Ambiguities My feet hurtled through the month of April, like in one of those dreams where you walk down a staircase, trip, leap to catch balance but realize mid-air that you’ve leaped too far to land well, and just as your feet connect with the...
2023.03 March Mystifications There are periods in life when days become a slideshow. Too fast to keep up. Too many to process. Rattle-rattle-click, rattle-click, click-click. The air tastes of dust roasted on the lamp of the projector, and—instead of pictures—all you...
2022.12 Berlin nach Pozen, Fog and Snow Nothing screams Bladerunner or Robocop… Wait. Scratch that. Though I appreciate both psychedelic sci-fi cinema gems from the 80s, to put them next to each other in one sentence doesn’t feel right. Some works of art...
2022.08 The Old Masters of Torun What do a stained glass artisan and a bluesman have in common? A name. A lifetime of honing their craft. And the city of Torun. During my latest visit, I had the privilege of seeing Mr. Slawomir at work in his workshop. (link to...
2022.08 The Backyards of Poznan “When you shoot, you never know when you are the last ever to take a photo of a place or a person,” my friend M. once told me. “Photography can become a documentary.” During this visit to Poznan, I tried to get...
