Ghosts

Sometimes you may sense them watching from faraway, or like two eyes burning holes right through your back. They may dance around or just accompany you through the lonely nights. The thing is they will still be there, even still you try to cast them away or to make peace with them, they may still linger around.

Burnt film used to depict a set of roses. — He gets me roses when I am mad Too bad I kill every flower I get. I had once forgotten to water a cactus.

Collage of two photos, white fabrics waved in the wind. — When you cut a flower The petals of the daisies were not made to be plucked. If you need to ask a flower about it, it is not for you.

A collage of 3 photos, in all of which a female figure is waving some light colour fabrics. One the right side of her there is a marble statue on a pedestal. — Three signals Do you ever feel the universe trying to wave to you from millions of light years away?

A human figure with wing - like extensions in her hands, waving them. On her right side there is a statue on a pedestal. — Butterfly Trying to fly can be exhausting. But if you do not, you just remain static.

Female figure is waving a fan with fabric extensions. — From the stem The time to bloom can also be through the dark, through the autumn or winter, unexpectedly.

Male figure on the bed, covered by shits and a pillow over his face. — Do not wake me up You know those weekend when it seemed exhaustion has piled up over the last 4000 years? Exactly that.

Collage of two photos, in the first a formally dressed male figure is sitting cross-legged on an armchair. In the second photo another male figure appears behind the first, coming down the stairs. — I was expecting you I thought everything was over and done but the thoughts are still there, creeping out when they should not.

Collage of two photos, on the left a face is looking directly to the camera as if peaking from a door, at the right side of the Collage a female figure is walking away. — Stop following me I am trying to lead the way, but still I see you everywhere. Or at least you are following me around like a shadow. Can we stop please?

Collage of two heavily burnt‑film photos taken through a window at night, showing a balcony outside; in both images, a very unclear human figure is faintly visible leaning on the balcony railing. — Honey, there is a ghost in the balcony Some nights, the spirits of past, present, and future summers might come to share something with you.

Collage of two photos, a human figure is depicted during dance figures. — The ghost in the backyard I may seem calm but on the back of my mind I have music playing and a stick figure dancing frantically.