Sergei Sogokon

I was born in the '60s, near Paris - a small, charming village in Ukraine. Sometimes, in this charming village, however, dark and frightful things can happen. One winter, as a young child, I fell into the deep snow. The last thing I remember seeing through the powdery freezing white was the black sun. A, fortunately, I was saved by passing strangers or I would not be alive today.
At school, in the wintertime, before the hockey season began, it was customary to name your new hockey stick. To decide on my name that year, I opened a dictionary, closed my eyes and pointed to a page. The word that I had selected was " Still-life ".
At the same time, I got hold of a camera and took pictures of everything except still-life. Since then the camera has been my constant companion.
Only after many years and moving to England did I discover true still-life photography. Still-life took me from the comfortable and familiar and opened a new door to a different and amazing world. There were and are many secrets within it. Behind each object a hidden history. In my still life world, you can travel in time, you can get a sense of the mystery of life and death and for me especially there is a music that can transform into shapes the eye can see. I...