Yaroslav Pavlov - Dream chronicle. Part I.
Dreaming is a refuge I hold dear. Within these slumbers, I traverse a melancholic gallery – one that bridges the past with my deepest fantasies. Memories act as mirrors, reflecting moments once tangible, while fantasies offer glimpses into uncharted realms. When the two converge, my dreams evolve into surrealistic puzzles. As time ebbs, treasured recollections fade, leaving me in empty spaces with rare fleeting phantoms. In the end, all I have are dreams sculpted from nostalgic reveries.
In my visual essay, I reconstruct an emotional experience where my remembrances and fantasies come together.