My photographies are like screenshots from beautiful but cruel fairy tales. Their narrations are not straight. Images that appear are more like feelings that come during a lecture of an old folk-based story – full of witchcrafts and retributions.
lauramakabresku: “ Foxy Cradle The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not.