"Beep!" —the familiar sound of the klaxon indicates danger. I turn—nothing. "Beep!" —again and again, a symphony of horns orchestrates the streets of Huaraz. The beep around here absorbs a vast amount of meanings. Some of them seem logical. For example, allowing other drivers to know you
Spring 2017 Winter was all about skiing and mountaineering, so when spring blossomed and it was time for rocks, I got served a cocktail of adrenaline, enthusiasm and pain. It served something else, as well—a line which was about to invade the centre stage of my mind.
Cold. Freezing cold, which crawls up the fluffy down suit and penetrates your existence. A bitter cold which paralyzes not only your words but your thoughts, as well. Some -50°C high up into the thin air, where mountaineers pull together strength, endurance, and courage beyond imagination. An ascent of the mountain
Portrait When you first meet him, a wave of positive energy hits you. After just a few minutes in his company, you are already infected by his enthusiasm. His heart and soul are always in search of the unexplored. A true artist – he expresses his art
The Beginning I tried to create my first graffiti in the summer of 2015. The canvas—a wall. The art—a dream. They say people enter our lives with a purpose, leaving nothing to pure chance. Yet, it is often only when we look back that we see the pattern.