suckerPUNCH:describe your project:
yuliyan m. MIKOV: …during walk along lipscani , ( a fable about the old merchants of the past centuries) my eyes are taken by huge piles of garbage where as if on a throne, stood empty plastic bottles. and then i saw the ghosts of the past, creeping out of their deformed mouths, rising slowly just like the ghost of the magic lamp. but they were many, the same number as the empty bottles, wearing clouds with their semitransparent bodies, as if embracing each other and rising towards the heavens. when the night attracts affection with her darkness, the ghosts shaking in the cold atmosphere gather closer to each other, lying in cluster and folding themselves, beginning to exchange ideas, furtively communicating in order to escape the fear of the normality, the habits, and the fear of becoming animals, casted in form, driven by reflexes.

















