Intimate places
(2017-2020)

I have a memory from my childhood in which I ask my father a question about the branches of the railway that go away from the main tracks. At one of the switchbacks, where the secondary tracks leave behind another closed gate, we agree that someday we will go and check exactly where these rails lead.

After many years, this interest was renewed, and the gates blocking the tracks were often unlocked, so it was not so difficult to find out where the rails lead and where they end.
So within a few years these photos appeared.

Research of once-working enterprises and territories adjacent to them without any internal question and search for answers, only children’s curiosity and an adult desire to be in silence among the skeletons of once-thundering workshops. At some point, it became therapy and a way to recuperate.

It was important to come back, I wanted to find a place to suit the mood or vice versa. Find an already meaningless part of space and give it some meaning of its own.

It’s nice to know and think that there is a personal list of locations where it will always be quiet and cozy. It was just this list, a list of personal and close places for me.