I’ve also lived under communism
My first 33 years I’ve lived under the communists. My childhood, adolescence and youth – all spilled over that era. Yet, beyond doctrines, systems and principles there are people and their day-to-day existence. This everyday life is the key element for my images. Mundane life during this dictatorship – from this perspective – didn’t lose its dreadfulness, it isn’t at all less sad but it gets easier to grasp.
My endeavor is neither ideological nor political. This isn’t about prisons, repression systems or extraordinary events, but about the most prosaic life, the one about worries and daily events: their meals, their resting place, their clothes, their social gatherings, love, birth, work, money, health issues. The humdrum is the most visible and spectacular thing in communism. After all, personal history is being weaved with all these little uninteresting events and it goes beyond the great crevices that distinguish the epochs. Life existed, even in communist time. Better or worse, people have lived their lives even in this regime. They also loved during this time. Those little personal experiences – the first love, the last disappointment – they all existed then. That was our life.
These photographs are personal memories and pieces of the mundane life during the communism. They span on a more than 15 year period.
I’ve also lived under communism
My first 33 years I’ve lived under the communists. My childhood, adolescence and youth – all spilled over that era. Yet, beyond doctrines, systems and principles there are people and their day-to-day existence. This everyday life is the key element for my images. Mundane life during this dictatorship – from this perspective – didn’t lose its dreadfulness, it isn’t at all less sad but it gets easier to grasp.
My endeavor is neither ideological nor political. This isn’t about prisons, repression systems or extraordinary events, but about the most prosaic life, the one about worries and daily events: their meals, their resting place, their clothes, their social gatherings, love, birth, work, money, health issues. The humdrum is the most visible and spectacular thing in communism. After all, personal history is being weaved with all these little uninteresting events and it goes beyond the great crevices that distinguish the epochs. Life existed, even in communist time. Better or worse, people have lived their lives even in this regime. They also loved during this time. Those little personal experiences – the first love, the last disappointment – they all existed then. That was our life.
These photographs are personal memories and pieces of the mundane life during the communism. They span on a more than 15 year period.
