The "(In)visible City" project is an attempt to capture what often remains unnoticed in everyday life, hidden in the shadows of urban routines. Through the camera lens, I aimed to convey the harsh states in which we sometimes find ourselves, or even live, not always able to share them with others. Reflections in puddles, distorted images in glass - these are symbols of how reality can become foreign, heavy, and blurred.

Loneliness, invisibility in the crowd, disability, poverty, bullying, old age - these themes become parts of the urban landscape, and although they may not be visible, they surround us every day. People living in these states often remain unnoticed, hidden from view, but their images are reflected in puddles, glass, creating new, distorted realities.

This project is an attempt to draw attention to what remains in the shadows, to what we often do not want or cannot see, to people who become part of the city but remain invisible to others. Reflections in puddles and glass are like symbols of the fact that what is important and painful is not always visible, but is part of our world.

More details on the "Project" page - "(In)visible City"

Series, 10 photos

This photo has a special atmosphere - it's about a city that could have been different, about a space that has lost its purpose but still remains a place for someone. These awnings once protected from the sun, and now they look like remnants of another time frozen in the warmth of the sunset.

The woman in the frame - whether it's loneliness, contemplation, or anticipation. She seems to be talking to herself or to someone who is not in the frame. It's a moment when everything freezes between the past and the future.

This photo perfectly captures the feeling of inner seclusion. Surrounded by space filled with light, greenery, open windows, yet the person inside remains detached. The solitude here is not about physical isolation, but about an internal state.

It could be a moment of concentration, immersion in oneself, or a quiet conversation with one's own thoughts. A cafe is a meeting place, but it also works just as well for being alone with oneself. Or maybe it's just a moment before a meeting?

Displaying mixes worlds, erases boundaries between viewers and those they do not look at.

A woman asking for alms is on the other side, but not behind glass. The glass here is conditional because in reality it is not there. There is only a gaze that does not linger. Indifference becomes a transparent barrier that distances even without physical obstacles.

The boundary between the world of those who ask and those who turn away is invisible - but strong.

 It is not only about alienation, but also about the uncertainty of the moment - about not always knowing what is really happening between people. It can be a story of estrangement, or it can be a first step towards closeness. 

An elderly man stands before a crossing - not just across the road. Ahead is a war monument that embodies a past saturated with propaganda, lies, pain, occupation, and death of those whose lives no one valued.

Now they have come again to kill us.

But does he see the danger in the old symbols, or is he still holding onto them? Does he understand where this path leads?

Do we realize the danger of old symbols and are we finally ready to get rid of them - both externally and in our minds?

Reality breaks into parts - a person goes into infinity, while traces of life dissolve in light.

It's about moments of uncertainty when space around seems to tear apart, and you lose the sense of wholeness. When you don't know where you are heading, whether you are going in the right direction, or simply dissolving in motion.

Or, perhaps, it's the opposite - a moment of concentration. When you are so deeply immersed in yourself that the world ceases to exist around you.

Her figure was caught in reflection, as if existing only there - in a distorted version of reality, where the world dissolves with water.

It's about loneliness and vulnerability, perhaps about sadness and depression. We never know what people around us feel. Is it a moment of silence and contemplation, or a plunge into darkness? Do we pay attention to the state of others, or do we get stuck in our own thoughts? Does anyone pay attention to my state?

The city is full of reflections, and in each of them - there is a story. I saw them like this.

The form blurs, but the meaning remains clear.

The one standing alone reflects in the water with others, as if a common space unites them. But is it really so? Is he a part of their world, or just its distorted reflection?

It's about alienation, about a sense of otherness that is not always easy to explain in words. Bullying can be silent – it sometimes hides in the absence of a look, in a subtle boundary that you feel even without touch.

But maybe it's a completely different story: about connection, acquaintance, and future friendship. Or just a brief encounter that will leave no trace.

The border between inclusion and alienation is as thin as water.
 

Social advertisement about vision correction against the background of a person in need. Do we always see what is important?

A man is walking through an alley where the trees are indifferent to human limitations. And what about us?

Is our world ready for this? Is it comfortable or safe for him? Do we think about it until we face these questions personally?

We only see the road. But can a person overcome this path in a world that does not pay attention to their limitations?

A summer woman sits in the park - amidst nature, amidst space, amidst silence.
She is barely noticeable. She looks at the place where there used to be a pond, but it is no longer there. The vanished pond as a symbol of change, loss, and memory. It's not just a place, but a trace of what was, but is no more.

Is this about loneliness or solitude? About the desire to be alone with thoughts or, on the contrary, to feel the presence of people, even without interacting with them?

Is she seeking attention or hiding from it?

Sometimes the line between these states is so thin that even the one sitting in this silence does not always know the answer. Or may have already forgotten.