Red City – First Step


There are places on earth where you often feel like you are on a different planet. People and culture, way of life, architecture make the admiration mixed with disbelief. There comes a reflection that it is a luck to be born and live in Europe … after a while, you think that happiness does not go beyond the framework of your knowledge and every person has their own, closed in their world, even if the borders of that world expand the widest imagination circles. In Morocco I was first of all looking for the truth about people living their every day lives. What I tried to ignore were tourist places, because isn’t it our interest that is the cause of unhappiness of the monkey dressed in nappies and dripping blood from the metal collar around its neck? Is it not for tourists that the exotic animals are tranquilised with God knows what, so a tourist can take a selfie with a drugged cobra in the background? Africa is not this type of a circus for me. I was looking ambitiously for the exotic ordinariness of everyday life. I’m afraid I did not rise up to the challenge. You can not get to know and show the truth about such a different world from my experience in only a couple of days. Quickly, I decided that I have no right to even think about the fact that I cannot cheat and pretend that I can show more in the photograph than I know and feel, pretending to show something closer than I managed to really get. Morocco, its people and culture roused great respect and a seriousness in me. Also, roused ambition and curiosity in me, therefore I will definitely return to Morocco and I hope that I will be able to realise the project with the initial name “colours”, please keep your fingers crossed. Meanwhile, I present Morocco mixed up with light, shadow and colours. My more artistic style than a hard street vision of the city. Such is my first, shy step towards something more … the first one, however, I believe that the most important one.




Ongoing project 2017


Poland, Tarnów 2017. Bus line number 9. The oldest and longest in the city. Ongoing project, some photographs now, whole story soon.



 April 2017


Catania town in Italy, Sicily. The town in the shade of Mount Etna, whose development was greatly influenced by the volcanic dust that made the soil. One of the poorest regions of Italy. Half of the young people left the city for a better life. Streets full of emigrants mainly from Africa. Mixing tradition with new culture. Empathy, humanity with exploitation, corruption and crime. Etnaland, a beautiful and worrying place. Like Etna. Like Europe.


More Photographs from Catania 



March 2017


>Jakub, the man whose life was suddenly affected by the disease and changed over the course of the week. There were no alternatives. It look his legs and his old world. It gave changes, huge challenges, overestimated everything. Jakub, a man with hopes and a plan for tomorrow. An example, that nothing in life is certain, tomorrow is unknown and every good day is a gift from fate. Ongoing project. Long term.