In all the gaps, missing corners, but also in intersections, parking lots, paths or behind fences, I try to see something more. Something possible, unexpected, obvious or romantic. Underneath all the neglect, ugliness, dirt - and especially behind the emptiness - lies Zenklova the beautiful, the picturesque, the goofy.
I see narrow streets, corners in all sorts of ways, the urban jungle behind the wall, a muddy plain with artificial puddles, a little square with a plane tree and a bench, a staircase between two houses, fir and lime tree bosquets, lamps hanging under them, the clinking of cutlery and glasses underneath, the smell of coffee and fresh bread...
