The Speed of my Life 1 - Limited Edition of 25 Print

This series of photos is inspired by one of my poems The speed of my Life To my parents who had left me so early I couldn’t see them clearly Some day, evening or all of a sudden you will meet me at the end of the tunnel (as the ones returning from there had told). And then you’ll ask me if I’m sure I’ve been happy? I will say, no, you can’t talk there, but I would feel the hesitating “yes”, I will still remember the pain as a sin which I didn’t succeed to overlive. And because I will speak fast (actually, I couldn’t talk, I’ll think intensively) to fit into the few minutes earthly time before you push me towards the light, I will get confused and think about small things, the big ones- leaving for the end for unforgiven clay prints of occurrences and people, close and not so close, about unwashed wine stains drunk with pity, I will try to recall the left unfinished sentences, the left unfinished knitted shawls, lost loves, debts and other debts, I’ll even skip the sea. Only the roads will remain which I had walked on to look for my childhood and the bridges which had connected me with the part of me where you had lived. The city will remain blurred, hurrying up and sleepless, for not being sucked into the tunnel.