January 24, 2016

January 23, 2016

January 17, 2016

January 06, 2016


Foxy Cradle

The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. Alone. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not be stopped.

January 05, 2016


(moja wizja Sary powstała dzięki cudownym, najczulszym rękom i sercu Justyny Banasiak)