“Shipka”

Walking through the small Bulgarian villages has enriched me personally and has given me artistic inspiration and meaning. There is nothing more moving, expressive and illustrative than the crumpled faces of the elderly. Passing through the now-deserted streets of Shipka, I saw lonely souls resting on benches, holding hands and gazing at the distant mountain tops. I saw nostalgia and hope, anger and love, but mostly sorrow. They were growing old alone, within the virgin valleys and inside their ancient homes. They left a piece of their soul with me, and this gaze I will never forget. I here give it to you.

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