there is in me such darkness in which wolves feast

sometimes wounds appear only when you look at me. I'm naked and full of light. 
lying on a bed which you carefully prepared for night. our sensitiveness laboratory. 
I see as my skin slowly dissect under your eyes blade. you feed yourself with me as a wolf.

from my diary: early august

silent light

fairy tale about a little girl who had to tame her lad again. there is a lot of fear which sound like his strong heartbeat (a sound that won't let me sleep because I listen to its regularity)

sad story about a girl who had to bring out the heart from the body of a sick boy. it now lies quietly in her hands and she rocks it to sleep.

fairy tale about a little girl, who wasn't afraid of death. her fragile bones looked as white coffins where birds used to sleep.

i met a girl who sleeps with silver foxes (volume i)

She's hanging here for so long. Silver foxes are running on the floor.

it was cold, winter morning (volume ii)

It was cold, winter morning. I observed through the window how she got out of the cab. I opened the door and for the first time I saw her gentle eyesight - eyes cold as they were a frozen ocean. Then I allowed her sleepy body to lay down on my bed. Through the lens I followed her sad dreams. I can`t speak to You with words yet, so allow me to tell about myself on these photos, on which I`ve enchanted this little, sad girl, who is within You (and is the reflection of myself - our trembling hands, eyes, seared from light, wet with tears, and mutilated bodies).

she doesn't sleep. darkness pulls her body slowly into itself. her spirit wake beside her: looking as darkness give her lesson about death.