Power Lines. 

In the Crimea in winter I wandered through intuitive feeling of space. The spirit led me to the mountains — I went to the mountains. I came across magical forests, fogs, strange trees. The spirit led somewhere to the mounds — I went to Adjamushkay. A strange place, mounds, under which the former kamenolomn, full of death, pain and fear after the events of the Great Patriotic War. But more often than not my heart asked for the sea… A series with noise, waves, glare and sun. Rain and rocks. My favorite selfie collage about Freedom. Power lines — that’s right, not lines of force. The power lines were the ones I traveled along…. It’s now on the home page of the site as my avatar. My favorite avatar.