Since my childhood I love fairy tales. Thanks to them, I learned to believe in miracles, but then could not unlearn. But to get even a little closer to the expected miracle you need a lot of hard work - even in a dream, every night when I go on a journey to the unknown and return in the morning - inspired by the hungry. And during the day, while bow-legged men in gray suits with gait genetic troopers strode through the corridors of offices, I charge the camera film and run off of the well air-conditioned rooms on the street, under a scorching sun or pouring rain, so that at least an hour or two to devote myself to the search for the magic of this world. To create by myself a little magic, thereby pulling me the magic is much more powerful. It's like a pagan conspiracy, like Christian prayer - praying for a miracle. It is a journey into the real world, which I am doing at the time when the office starts dinner. I impose a space on each other, making time more rich and gooey, making imaginary things tangible and really existing.
