
Deep Love
Mykyta Lyskov
The Ukraine painted with a wicked and therefore perhaps honest pen: deluded patriots, dumb adolescents and plastic bags that suddenly stick to everyone’s heads.
The Ukraine painted with a wicked and therefore perhaps honest pen: deluded patriots, dumb adolescents and plastic bags that suddenly stick to everyone’s heads.
Ambling through the gray landscapes of industry, traffic and the port of Zaporizhia, Ukraine, the flaneur catches the shapes of the city, orders them and seasons them with poetic interventions.