Talking to Walls

Don't have much to talk. And the matters to be discussed are no interest to others. Hopefully, there are walls all over the world... walls to cry, walls to worship, walls to cheer, walls to talk...

Why do we look at walls; why do we photograph them? There are two way communication between walls and the observers. Some walls that we pass by daily broadcasts a certain message drawn on them. They talk to you if you listen to them.

Some other walls are good listeners. When you lean towards, they ask you one simple question: "What's in your mind?" And then you start talking. A simple thought walks you through your whole life. You'll name your friends, your loves, your hates, your family... Who knows how many hundreds have talked to a single wall... Yet these walls never mix the problems of hundreds; they never reveal a single secret. Not intentionally, at least.

Walls are like mirrors - with one unique difference: they are built not emit but to absorb life. When you look at them carefully for a long enough time you'll see the shades moving, the sounds echoing. It's not that easy to stay that quite with everyone else's burden summed up on your shoulders.

That's why in time all the walls crack down unless they find somebody to share their burden with and that's why we ocassionally spend hours to hunt down failling walls. Photography is fed by stories heard by photographers; and the best stories are those that come from our daily miseries which are kept in these walls...