The project "(In)visible City" is an attempt to capture what often remains unnoticed in everyday life, hidden in the shadows of urban routines. Through the camera lens, I sought to convey the difficult states in which we occasionally 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 are around 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 the people who become part of the city but remain invisible to others. Reflections in puddles and glass - are like symbols of what is important and painful not always visible, but are part of our world.

More details on the page "Project" - "(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 canopies 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. Around - a space filled with light, greenery, open windows, but the person inside is still isolated. The loneliness 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 a moment just before a meeting?

Reflection mixes lights, erases boundaries between viewers and those they do not look at.

A woman begging for alms is on the other side, but not behind glass. The glass here is conditional, because in fact 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 just about alienation, but also about the uncertainty of the moment - about what really happens between people. It can be a story of alienation, or it can be the first step towards closeness. 

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

Now they have come again to kill us.

But does he see the danger in 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 the light.

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

Or maybe it's the opposite – a moment of focus. 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 sorrow and depression. We never know what people around us feel. Is it a moment of silence and reflection, or a plunge into darkness? Do we pay attention to others' state, or get stuck in our own thoughts? And 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.

One who stands alone is reflected in the water with others, as if a common space unites them. But is it really so? Is he part of their world, or just a distorted reflection of it?

It's about alienation, about the feeling of otherness that can't always be explained in words. Bullying can be silent - it sometimes hides in the absence of a gaze, 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 leaves no trace.

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

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

A man is walking along an alley where trees are indifferent to human restrictions. 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 his limitations?

A summer woman sits in the park — among nature, among space, among silence.
She is barely noticeable. She gazes at the spot where there used to be a pond, but it's 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 it 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 those who sit in this silence don't always know the answer. Or no longer remember.