This series was born from the feeling of a wall inside life: concrete, cold, immovable. I see people climbing, clinging, spending their strength, and in them I recognize myself. Behind each of us are shadows, like the voices of generations who once struggled in the same way. They push us forward, yet at the same time remind us: we are neither the first nor the last.
And then, suddenly, comes a simple realization: the wall itself is nothing more than a stage set. The truth is not whether you make it to the top, but how you move. What drives your motion - anger and fear, or love and openness? Yet here lies the riddle: only those who have shed that veil begin to suspect that the wall isn’t real. It’s all a game. And perhaps they are the first to glimpse meaning, not beyond the wall, but right here, in the very act of movement.