INNER DANCES
It all started at a gothic party. At some point reality couldn’t keep up with the camera anymore, and I realized: to capture the madness of the moment, you have to set the light free. In these shots — there aren’t people anymore, only their liberation. There was trance. There was ecstasy.
The photos came alive: wild, expressive, as though they had embodied the very energy of the space itself. Abstractions where almost nothing is left — just patches of light: atoms, streams of meteors, lasers pulsing in time with the music, reminiscent of Pollock’s paintings. In others — silhouettes of bodies, isolated features — distorted, caught in motion, like Bacon’s paintings: terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time.
Everything around vanished, leaving only the trembling golden glow. The world started drifting away; the sources of light — powerful, blinding, as if they were being born from inside the people themselves. My friends looked like they had stepped beyond the metaverse: they broke apart into atoms and merged with infinity and eternity.
At least in my shots.
