The city air was cold and grey, people moved mechanically. The sameness of everything dulled our minds, colourless thoughts blending together into a stream of flickering images.
Turning, we journeyed down a diagonal alley into a rundown factory, following a promise of colour and warmth.
As we entered this hidden place, we were transported to an ocean of painting, sculpture, and photography. Each artist was curating their own island of expression, connected by the ceaseless flow of visiting souls.
Each island was an invitation to discover hidden secrets in the stories and passions of the artist.
A vibrant and intimate rhythm was beating in the heart of this marketplace of meaning – we had escaped the gravity of the city and were exploring new worlds.