“Games of Libido” is a farewell to youth, is a alligation made of photographs smacking of paradise, the allegation which evokes a fancy world of metamorphic mysteries. The carnival insolence of youth which is slipping away is frank and shameless. The author exhumes recollections turning them into both pleasure and pain, due to which photography has turned into medium connecting the material and the spiritual world.
These photographs are blocks of ice drifting across the black river and under the black skies. In them, memories of the good old “porno-bodies” and “porno-love” are reflected. They have cracked, burst and now they feel sad…
“Games of Libido” is a kind of artistic rite, though the state of this game is a kind of “love-hate”, or ambivalent, itself.