To remain an invisible observer in order to grasp the life in its unpresentable and unprotected form. The moving scenes without any beginning or end, ones worthy of a detective novel. For several years I returned to this window for my observations. Combining inartificial ways of childish curiosity with the detachment of video surveillance camera. I documented what was happening in the courtyard therefore depriving passers-by of their opportunity to remain unseen.
Year by year there appear more and more cameras surrounding us: those of outdoor video surveillance, hidden shooting in stores, dashcam in cars. Constantly falling into their field of vision we are almost never prepared to be looked at. Will these images be lost among the data stream disappearing forever or will they become a part of someone's story?
Andy Warhol's 15 minutes of fame for everyone prediction came true. But we are not ready, the cameras take us by surprise and the shots are selected by someone else.
It all began with several pictures taken from the bedroom window in the apartment where I spent my childhood. I always liked to spend time looking out of the window.