My first collection of photographies is a kind of story: Sometimes I'm sitting under the tree and watching blue of sky, between branches. In those moments I'm thinking about one person. The person who destroyed my dreams, my life, but who is still important to me.

Tree is like human: hard and tall, but warm and beautiful. Branches - the hands of tree - are like hands of humans. Warm, soft and fragile. Touch of hands - everything what I need, what I lost and what I'm missing now...