this is it.
the end of the year.
in center of a wounded city.
we pass him like a lonely boatman
in searches for his private happiness.
passes through the whole life...
poster for the office. several high-storey office buildings on the background are built after our company projects
architecture plays the important part of my life. and all below is the architectural visual texture of my beeing inside this huge city. how i see it, feel it, saproling it. when i pass through any unfamiliar urban formation i see only album pictures. some of them are pleasant looking, some not. but all of them are true. without personal knowing they couldn't have alternatives. these have alternatives, but you would not know about them.
'corners' project. the corners of our objects in city. this layout transform into the 5-sides ad item on a tabletop
at the left - company's project store building, at the right - that district during ww2, occupation
office building after 'nais-proekt' project. building without humanity, pure glass cube, placed into the street niche. futuristic scape and time, people-shadows
3-storey townhouse during its erection. 'kin-dza-dza' alike collage
raw meat. at the construction site
let me see you striped... in the ether of the block districts
two posters for the office: 'the old one'
and 'the new one'
dusk of the central part. autumn romance
new big building process. urban affair. spring
winter grey mood. at the industrial reconstruction site. this place reminded me a meditation room with tatamis
posters for architectural workshop
i like fogs of my city. they cover sharps of here-and-now. city turns to a theater
the irrational layers of a one winter night. the biggest company object
some drawings melting with x-rays of my hand. for deconstruction of zaha
weird but heartwarming open-air details
street culture at the summer - bikes, boards, dances. poster
piranesi - pinoccio. genius loci
to catch myself at the right place while photoshooting... city as a mystical theater
to make a calendar with plain city scenes. different parts, different notes. a year of info gathering
big working on a poster of city airport diploma project. atmospheric, ambient, breathing...
breathing... 'exhale-inhale' subway doors (pun: vyhod-exit / vydoh-exhale, vhod-enter, vdoh-inhale). i like subway's warm breath much. i differ like underground atmosphere
my city breathes... the 350-years octopuss. i breath with him, catch air to lungs when i plunge into his massive body. i'm his little blood cell, moving through my life, long as i live, i breath - i plet this canvas.
