New grasses
When studying history, you’ll find that each conflict is described with a set of dates, which implies a defined beginning and end. When living through a war, the time seems indistinct, forming a continuous stream. The war was yesterday, it is today, and it will be tomorrow.
When seeing new grasses sprouting through the holes caused by bomb explosions, I asked myself: is the war lasting that long, or is the grass growing this fast? Seeds need to send shoots up toward the sky, adapting to the scattered fragments in search of light. I feel I must adjust to the sick reality of war in search of peace of mind.
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
Dima Tolkachov. New grasses
