Stories

Stories brings together short texts written from the same attentive and intimate space as the images. They are fragments of thought, emotion, and inner narrative that accompany the visual work without explaining it..

Photograph of a seated woman on the beach facing the sea under a darkening sky.

LOVE LETTER TO MYSELF

I hadn’t realized it, and yet you had always been here, patient, by my side. I searched for affection in other people, while leaving you behind.

As the years passed, after waiting so long for love and enduring so many disappointments that I began to believe I was unworthy of it, I discover that you are here.

So close that I can touch you, feel you, know what nourishes you and what hurts you, what your favorite color is, what food you love most, what makes you laugh, and what brings you to tears.

I have discovered that there is no one more faithful, no one more loyal. You are strong and at the same time sensitive; you make my life a path filled with vivid colors, and in moments of darkness you reach out your hand to me, softly caress me, and whisper in my ear, “It’s okay, I love you, I’m here for whatever you need.”

Because of you, I can enjoy my independence and my freedom. Because of you, I have learned to value the meaning of life — of my own life.

Forgive me for having pushed you aside, for not turning to you when in truth I could not live without you. You are the driving force of my existence and the most unconditional support I have ever known.

You do not judge me. You love me without prejudice. You love me exactly as I am, with my virtues and my flaws.

I promise to love you too, until the end of my days.

Eternally grateful,

Valentina Ametsak

Black and white photograph of a stack of books on a table.

THE CUBE

They lived enclosed within a geometric space, trapped inside an illusion that was not easy to escape, unaware that anything existed beyond the edges where the walls of their thoughts met. Brushstrokes of certainty papered their home, a symbol of wisdom and perfection, each brick built since childhood.

One ordinary day, Lara, sickened by ignorance, tore down one of the walls, and a desire to explore new forms of knowledge flooded her soul. She left behind that cube, which had never allowed her to see beyond a single reality.

 

Low-key portrait of a woman in profile against a black background.

BOLDNESS

“I said no.”
“Well, I say yes.”

They could never agree. One moved by intuition, the other by reason. It had always been the same.

Suddenly, one lost its reason, and the other was left at the mercy of madness.