Netepenko | Oleg

There is no metaphor there. Just presence.

Every photograph is a small lie we tell against time. I place a figure in a frozen sea. A chair in an empty room. A window facing another window. oleg netepenko

We spend our lives arranging light. Not to capture what is, but to briefly hold what is about to disappear. There is no metaphor there

None of it is real. And yet — more real than the hours I spent scrolling through lives that were never mine to live. oleg netepenko

The edge of the frame