Among the raindrops




How strange it is to travel to other place and find it close, in the resounding space where you can get lost together only. It is a paradise to see a smile in someone’s face and recognize it, to meet a stranger and find them non invasive in the most intimate moments.

We are greeted by the priest, in a small black church, which smells like a candles and wood, it seems homely, despite the cold wind knocking to the windows and the raindrops falling on each of us skin like needles.

Elopements have their own magic. There is an excitement waiting in every minute.  There is unknown behind every turn on the road. There is just the two of them. Like world doesn’t exist.



Black Church, Budir 2019 / with and for Maciej Suwałowski