In my childhood, every time we left our apartment for very long months, my parents would cover the furniture with plastic. Since I was forced to leave Russia, my heart and soul have been wrapped in a film of waiting. I keep living, but my heart and soul remain at home.

Conceptual Photographer, Feminist, Activist.
/statemen founder 
https://linktr.ee/Innamosina

"Such a powerful reflection. It’s like being in limbo, where the world moves forward, but a part of you stays frozen in time. The heart carries home with it, no matter how far you go."