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Dubblefilm Moonstruck These photographs are an exploration of an isolated self, locked between the walls of a house, sometimes a room, not because of a pandemic, but because of a series of chronic physical conditions. For a long time, I was unable to take photographs. I missed the woods, the sunlight and its shadows, I missed myself and wondered who I had become in that process of ongoing transformation that’s called illness. As I wasn’t able to leave my house, I asked my father to take some photographs with my camera on his walks in the mountains. He shot half of the film, and then I tried to capture the only piece of nature that lived with me, at home: my orchids. Some time ago, when I felt strong enough, I reloaded the same film, stood in front of the camera and tried to look at myself, wondering how I felt, what was happening inside of me. These photos belong to that second part of the film, where my body, the walls of my room and the orchids merge, creating a new reality and a new way of looking at it.
Dubblefilm Moonstruck. These photographs are an exploration of an isolated self, locked between the walls of a house, sometimes a room, not because of a pandemic, but because of a series of chronic physical conditions. For a long time, I was unable to take photographs. I missed the woods, the sunlight and its shadows, I missed myself and wondered who I had become in that process of ongoing transformation that’s called illness. As I wasn’t able to leave my house, I asked my father to take some photographs with my camera on his walks in the mountains. He shot half of the film, and then I tried to capture the only piece of nature that lived with me, at home: my orchids. Some time ago, when I felt strong enough, I reloaded the same film, stood in front of the camera and tried to look at myself, wondering how I felt, what was happening inside of me. These photos belong to that second part of the film, where my body, the walls of my room and the orchids merge, creating a new reality and a new way of looking at it.
Dubblefilm Moonstruck. These photographs are an exploration of an isolated self, locked between the walls of a house, sometimes a room, not because of a pandemic, but because of a series of chronic physical conditions. For a long time, I was unable to take photographs. I missed the woods, the sunlight and its shadows, I missed myself and wondered who I had become in that process of ongoing transformation that’s called illness. As I wasn’t able to leave my house, I asked my father to take some photographs with my camera on his walks in the mountains. He shot half of the film, and then I tried to capture the only piece of nature that lived with me, at home: my orchids. Some time ago, when I felt strong enough, I reloaded the same film, stood in front of the camera and tried to look at myself, wondering how I felt, what was happening inside of me. These photos belong to that second part of the film, where my body, the walls of my room and the orchids merge, creating a new reality and a new way of looking at it.
more about the blue city, a cringe-worthy hammam experience, a ceramic hunt, unexpected hook up methods from local gays and me getting lost in Tangier: https://andrejrusskovskij.com/saffron-chefchaouen-tangier/
