Rus Eng
Countryside is a place where time disappears, where everything vain and fake is forgotten. It’s a place where the feeling of self is erased and dissolved in the wind, the trees, the flutter of leaves, the sunbeams on the wooden floor, and cobwebs on the window of the old house.I look through the lens of a film camera and rediscover familiar things. I see light spots and don't want to get stuck on the details. I travel back to my childhood, where I walk barefoot on the road raking hot dust with my feet. The warm day is breathing in the face, fragrant grasses swaying in the wind.I see familiar images that are so dear to my heart. I want to take them with me.