Strolling near the center of Petrozavodsk, I literally came across a tall fence wrapped in barbed wire. Prison in Russia is not a closed stratum of society, but an everyday part of Russian culture.

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The curious thing about the photograph is that it is not interesting at all, it is just a prison in an ordinary city. The routine of terror dulls the sharp eyes and allows the terror to continue. To be an artist, it is not necessary to graduate from an art school, but to keep one's mind and eyes open.

Personally I practice two approaches for the surroundings interpretation, photography for urban and oil paint for nature and landscapes, combining noir tone of my urban creature soul with clear endeavor for escaping the evil world.