Kate Markova

Project Statement

Being away from home can be quite a challenge. At times you feel so light, like a feather – any blow of wind could carry you somewhere you never expected to be. Sometimes you are just an object yourself, lying on a bed, waiting for the wind to move you again. In this silent world of things, you begin to wonder: what actually happens to other things when we’re not looking on them? Do they come alive, as we once believed when we were children? Or are they simply waiting for someone to notice them, to interact, to show them that they are important and loved? Do they still feel their feel their own meaninglessness when no one is there to prove otherwise?
Sometimes I find myself standing in the middle of a crowded street, staring at a tiny thing that nobody else cares to see, trying to feel its emotion. Is this streetlight happy to stand here? Could that little kettle be desperate to share its deepest secret with secret? Do things ever get tired of being just things? Maybe those small footprints pressed into the asphalt carry their own story. I cannot tell these stories – I simply don’t know them. But a photo can – just let it talk to you with it’s visual poetry.

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