Baltic Sea coast
Almost every study from the trip keeps inside the emotional experience of the process of the work: what was going on, what the weather was, how I was feeling and other things.
A strong wind was blowing and my umbrella went tumbling down again and again, dragging the stones from the shore to which it was fastened. On the Baltic shore it’s always colder than in the town. Baltica was saying goodbye to me this year by the deserted beach and the mountain of the tires.