Series - FotoSlovo 2026 - Category « Conceptual photography »

*These images are selected from an ongoing photobook project. The book is made as a visual poem and poses an open inquiry into my disorientation in current period, an attempt to find a direction for being amid the noise. Should I turn away from the noise, or surrender to its disorientation? Or perhaps, I must learn to live alongside it.

The moment human gained the ability to defining, everything comes alive. We have kept wrapping the world in layer upon layer of rhetoric. Contemporary life is saturated with “my” truths and the falsehoods of "others". I find myself no longer able to distinguish the voices: are they noise I should dismiss, or are they in fact part of what makes my existance? Doubt and unease—about where I am headed, about truth and falsity, right and wrong—quietly take root in a world that alternates between agitation and stillness.

In this project, the restless highlights of the photographs are compressed into a neutral grey. It is as if the noise within the image were buried and suppressed beneath a silent surface, with currents moving underneath.

“Must one first batter their ears, that they may learn to hear with their eyes? ”
“Must one clatter like kettledrums arid penitential preachers?”
“Or do they only believe the stamiuerer?”

It was after Nietzsche hurled these three questions in Thus Spoke Zarathustra that this story started questioning.

The story begins with a person’s curious impulse toward reality:
Where does the river come from, and where is it drifting to?

But can they truly see the reality behind the noise and become the nomad who gallops across their own existansial terrain?
Or maybe, as Kant says, is they merely confined within the room of their own will, gazing at distant things-in-themselves that remain forever beyond their reach?