"Snow, once a natural part of the winter landscape, now feels like a distant memory. What was once the norm is becoming an exception, and the white scenery of the capital has vanished. Shorter winters, increasingly rare frosts, and fluctuating temperatures make photographs of past years not just a record of history but a reminder of what we are losing.
I returned to the same place where I had spent winters as a child. Instead of snow, I found dry earth and faded grass. The space that once served as a playground for winter games is now merely proof of the passage of time. The absence of snow is no longer a fleeting whim of the weather but a new reality, in which winter’s white has given way to the cold gray of concrete and dead grass, unable to conceal the traces of a lost landscape. I miss the snow that once seemed inevitable, now turning into an almost abstract notion.
The sled I brought with me has become an object without purpose, lost in a reality that no longer has a place for it. Its wooden runners, once gliding smoothly over snow, now sink into dry earth, unable to fulfill their role. I hold it for a moment, as if trying to summon the memory of winters past. In the end, I leave it at the edge of this changed space.
A few weeks later, snow finally fell. The first snowfall of the year."
Thank you Daniel Wichiciel for this photo from the
exhibition opening.