The Herbarium became a playground in which I was able to react and capture. In the box there is a short story, illustrated trough a photographic artifact. The space and the form of the project gave new layers to the context of the story.
HE: when you look at these islands you could see a cloud, kind of thick and looking dirty cloud,but the air around is not heavy..
While he was telling the story about the islands, а man was walking towards us. As he was passing us , he looked closely and said out loud : “ We are sick of faggots like you !”
We cross the street quietly, which he switched continuing:
HE: So I was telling you about these islands...
I decided to interrupt:
ME:Sorry to butt in your story about the islands, but what do you think about homophobia in Bulgaria?
ME: Yes, don't you think what it just happened is some sort of homophobia?
HE: I don't know. .. I didn't feel such so far - with me – you can't tell. It doesn't show.
40x40x10 cm, box,photographic object, photographic paper 200gr