Place of Joy

2025 (project in progress)

“In the depths of winter, I recognized in myself the invincible summer, ” — Camus 

When days merge into a single pattern, you stop distinguishing one event from another. This gives rise to a loss of meaning, rituals without content. Repetition becomes a shield from what is happening. A person prefers “mimicry” to avoid the anxiety of authentic existence. The past and the future merge into an eternal “now.” Novelty is not recognized, stereotypical consciousness filters out anomalies. Nothing disturbs the order — therefore, nothing happens. Even in the most monotonous cyclicality, there remains space for breaking the pattern through a conscious gesture of freedom.