A photo walk in the form of a short film.

It was my first time here — and I just wanted to look, to feel. No plot, no explanation. Just faces, evening, light, the space breathing. It’s not a story, but a gaze. Like a series of photographs, only in motion. Shot in the spirit of cinéma vérité — observant, honest, with a touch of film-like magic.

Best viewed on YouTube with manually set maximum quality — compression can ruin the image.

If it resonates — I’d appreciate a like or a comment. It helps the film not get lost.

Trying to hold on to the fleeting moment of spring.

The city falls asleep. I hear the cries of birds.

An ordinary winter evening.

Sarabande — a dance of the soul, a conversation with silence. The music tells a story that cannot be expressed in words. In this short film, I sought to convey the beauty of the moment and the tension of the unknown.

A bit of a summer evening

I made a short film based on my poem. This work is very important to me because I aimed to convey as accurately as possible the feelings I experienced this year. Made with love.

I wrote a poem and decided to voice it in a short film.

Another selfie

Spring. Birth. The beginning of counting. Repeating the cycle regardless. New Year or day is just numbers on the calendar. I feel time observing nature. Soon the summer bustle will begin, and the city will drown in joys, sorrows, children’s laughter, and the noise of cars. Quieter…