Piles of stone from old ruins mingle with rubble, sand, and seashells dredged from the adjacent canal. Nearby lie old pipes and rusted industrial waste – reminiscent of massive vessels or rockets lifted from the earth – that once fulfilled important functions but now lie discarded, awaiting haul-away or recycling.

An abandoned site… A LOST PLACE…and yet a fascinating place: here – with a piece of recycled linen on my skin – I become part of the whole, expressing my “new existence” through a wide spectrum of emotions… and, in doing so, finding myself – or at least a hidden part of me.

…through feelings that are not merely pleasant but also encompass pain, anger, and grief—while simultaneously embodying courage, strength, willpower, and a zest for life.

Emotion in motion… and images emerge that reflect the contradictions of life and my own personality; they tell a story that is not entirely my own, yet subtly portrays my story, too.

Collaborating with photographer Rafał Korzeniowski feels like a journey into the depths of my own personality – to a place where my inner dynamics manifest through physical expression… where authenticity, sensitivity, and eroticism merge, and my hidden emotions are made visible through photography.

Photography: Rafał Korzeniowski

https://korzeniowski.net/dont/