The Hills

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The scents of wood of old mansions, ancient trees, burnt trees; the stories behind a street name; the architecture shaped by the restless sunrays – always giving a chance even to the most wistful Spirit. Swarms of dragonflies were leading the way, unveiling the secrets of their hills.

 

Through these photographs, I fabricated a semi-imaginary collage that helped me to rebuild a sense of home. "Hills" is about old stories, old homes, lost homes, and new prospects. It is an attempt to shorten the great distance that separates me from my original habitat and my original present.