” Sweet Spike ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-F 50mm F2.8 Macro )

” Nobody likes Sweet Spike… As a matter of fact, nobody liked him ever since he was born. He used to be quite a nice fellow, you know? Unfortunately his strange looks, weird diet and not so much fresh breath made him really unpopular. He’s genuinely desperate nowadays, he just flies around and tries to hug anyone… that can’t be good, can it? He used to be charming, really smart and with a good talk. Sadly enough, time changes everyone… and for poor Sweet Spike the change was not for the better… I mean, I don’t blame him, you know? How would you personally feel if everyone, without any exception, would hate you from the moment they meet you? Not nice, huh? And it wasn’t nice for Spike as well… All he ever wanted was to be just like others; nice, colourful, likeable, cute and things like that. Didn’t work out at all… He got beaten many times, with many different things; newspapers, towels, flip-flops, got electrocuted, sprayed with chemicals and so much more… It’s just painful, you know? Not just for the body, but for the soul as well… Poor Spike, I heard he got addicted to pooh again too. It is not his fault really? The freaking nature designed him like that, what can he do about it? Nothing, exactly… so why all the hate!? Sweet Spike~!! Not everyone hates you~!! Can you hear me~!? Don’t you do anything stupid~!! Some of us understand how you feel and you are not alone~!! Unluckily… Sweet Spike is not with us any more… Those were my last words to him, and this is the last photograph of him. Sweet Spike was found dead at a hotel room in Des Moines, Iowa, on May 25. Test results have shown he died of an accidental diarrhoea overdose. He is survived by… no one. You won’t be missed, but you were still… pretty fly for a stinky guy. “

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” Resident Evil ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 31mm F1.8 AL Limited )

” Not so far from the city… there is a mansion. The mansion nobody wants to talk about… It’s supposed to be abandoned, but there are many people who claim they have seen bright lights at night multiple times. There are also reports of missing people who have allegedly ventured on its premises. It is uncomfortable and unsettling… it just sits there. Nobody likes it, nobody wants it there, everyone demands some answers about it, but there is simply no one to give them. It feels like an itch you cannot scratch. There are some crazy rumours going on about it as well. There are sources claiming that the building belongs to the Umbrella Corporation; an omnipresent major pharmaceutical company reputed for its evil and ruthless nature, sacrificing anyone and anything in their quest to achieve perfection. To the public, Umbrella is simply the leading provider in technology, medical and healthcare products… But everyone knows that the Umbrella Corporation also supplies viral weaponry across the world and holds considerable clout within the political and business ring. Now the thing I am going to tell you may sound like the talk of a crazy person, but there are some proofs backing up the story of one of the people who have allegedly partially explored the building. That person said that the mansion is just a front for the secret transport link to the Hive; an underground bioweapons research facility located under the city. I know… believe me, I know exactly how it sounds like but… What if I told you that everyone directly connected with the rumour has either emigrated to another country or just disappeared, and there is no one who knows what has really happened with them. Some poor family is still hopelessly fighting Umbrella Corp. in courts, which is allegedly responsible for the disappearance of their son. You may think what you want, but I know there is something not right about this building. It may look just normal to you, but there is too much things going on about it. Hopefully, I will not get into some kind of trouble because of this photograph… If I disappear or suddenly “emigrate” to god knows where… you will know who might be responsible for it. “

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” Come Out Come Out ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 31mm F1.8 AL Limited )

” Come out, Come out… wherever you are… You can’t hide forever. It is a matter of time when the real you will take control, step out of the shade, come to light, show true colours. You can’t be perfect, not for a longer while. The cracks will start showing up, you’ll break, fall apart. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t be the best version of yourself for too long. It doesn’t matter for who and why… you just can’t. The legend says, you can leave your old you, and become a totally different person in a matter of seconds. The art of personality switch is a long time forgotten skill. You can become whoever you want, do whatever you want, and have whatever you want. You can leave imperfect yourself behind, become someone you have always dreamt of being. Do things you have always been afraid of doing, and finally reach for the things that were out of your reach before. It is not permanent, you can’t stay in that state forever. It’s exhausting and tiring. Is it worth it? Are you determined hard enough? Are you ready to become someone who is not you, in order to get what you want from life? The legends says, if you reach the highest level of mastering the art of personality switch, you can do it whenever you want, and last in the new form… for as long as you need it. It also says, there is a risk of irreversibly damaging and altering your old self. Random unwanted personality switches may occur, without the crucial element of leaving the old mind behind, you may find yourself internally torn apart, wanting two different things most of the time. Eventually you will become demented, living two different lives in one body, eternally split between what you want, and what you can’t… Forever shattered, beyond the point of repair… “

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” It Does Not Matter ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” It does not matter…. You do not need a great looking panorama, mountains, rivers, seas and oceans… There is no need for an open sky with a beautiful palette of warm colours from the sun. All you really need is… just yourself. It is you who can create the reality that surrounds you. You have got the power to feel what you want to feel. It doesn’t take much to trigger a chain of positive feelings about something. It takes time to learn how to do it, but once you learn it, it’s like riding a bike. Sometimes, it is triggered by external factors like: the sun, warm breeze, long shadows, or just a random place. It can be anything really. Once you learn to be “sensitive”, you may get triggered unexpectedly by simple things, the little ones; like a smell, or the way someone looked at you. Other times, you have to put in some effort, think about some positive things and chain them manually, creating greater and greater feeling of happiness. Me personally, I love those random encounters that make me feel special and so happy, even though I know they do not last for very long. As for the manual chaining those little happy things into a bigger and more steady state of happiness… Well, I treat it as my plan B, a handy tool to get me out of the darker moments of my thinking. Can you see this photograph? It was one of those random encounters, triggered totally unexpectedly, just by being there. It feels a little bit like jumping into a pool. You just step into it. You go, everything is normal, and at some point you just stop. You start noticing that it feels different in this particular place. There is some kind of unexplained energy beaming from it, and it feels amazing. You just stand there and can’t move, well you can, but you do not want to. Everything feels so beautiful… Warm sun, amazing shadows, even the texture of an old and broken pavement looks out of this world. It just… I don’t know… It feels like my mind is breaching the boundaries of what you can perceive with normal senses. It is addictive. Every time I go for another walk with my camera, I quietly wish to feel that again. I think… I have managed to capture some of it… in this photograph. Please, have a look. “

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” State Of Cosiness ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Every place has got a history behind it… Every mark has got its own meaning… but WHAT THE FOCK HAS HAPPENED HERE~?! Oh well, it must have been something if I had taken out my camera and took some shots of it, right? Damn right it is something ~!! It might not be the most cosy place you could have imagined, but I am still in a strong opinion that it is a beautiful and unique view. In a world where everything strives to be perfect, nice and spotless… this stands out and shouts in your face… FUCK YOU AND YOUR PERFECT WORLD MATE~!! And you know what…? I like it. I love it. I just wish I could see and experience every single moment that has scarred this place with its own uniqueness. I would love to feel that anger, hate, love, excitement and everything else that has caused this place to look the way it looks now. It is truly a rare view nowadays… It might not be the prettiest, it doesn’t try to be something it is not, I agree… but it feels real… Real enough to keep you wonder about the rest of the world packed with lies and masks that try to cover your eyes with something that is not really there… So if you ask me, what do I see in this wretched place? My answer would be… Everything that you cannot my dear… because your eyes are not used to see what is real any more. Every single mark is connected to a strong emotional feeling that has occurred at some point in past. It almost feels like a giant raw database, a CD full of music you cannot really hear, a pack of files on a memory stick you cannot read… A secret message that is not to be decoded or understood… merely felt and forgotten… “

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” What A Hole ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + Samyang 8mm F3.5 Fisheye CS II )

” Wow… what a hole… It’s still beautiful, isn’t it? It is quite astonishing, how a place empty like this, can be still so charming. That light coming through broken windows, all small particles lying around and of course… a little bit of human touch, adding plenty of various colours to the mixture. It feels so special to be in such place at proper moment… when everything adds up, makes sense and lives in a perfect harmony. You stand there, being blessed seeing all this, admiring and having a hard time believing that you have made it, you are the one to experience all that in person, you have been chosen. This place also reminds me of my life. It is so interesting, complicated and simple at the same time… Charming, dangerous to itself and everyone else around it. It looks so calm, yet you can almost hear the concrete screaming with anger, disappointment and helplessness. Sadly… it is also hollow and empty… The place with so much space to fill. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to find anything that will suit its natural beauty. You either change it or leave it empty. I do not want to be neither. I want to find a balance between those two. I want to find a perfect filling to compose with those rotting walls and its natural silent chaos. Is it even possible? Or is it just another dreamed-up fantasy world created in my mind, purely to believe in fairy dust? “

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” My Shy First Model ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 77mm F1.8 Limited )

Original Street Artist: Anna Matuszewska in association with Galeria Sztuki 58, Radom.

” I work mostly with the subjects that do not complain much. They do not require anything more than being discovered and captured properly. They do not ask for money, return of favour or anything else to be honest… they are just happy the world can see them. I am not going to lie though… I would love to capture some beautiful girls too. Unfortunately, it would be utterly complicated for both sides. I do not go for any compromises, so… natural light only, my place of choice, my time of the day etc. and etc. I don’t think there are many people who are willing to sacrifice so much for almost nothing in return. So yea… no beautiful girls for me, at least for now. Maybe I will start with my family, hmm… The problem is, I either see beauty or ugliness. There is no middle ground in my eyes and I don’t think they would like to see what I wanted to see. Oh well, I’ll start with my grandparents, I think they won’t mind. As for people in general, there are some fine specimens walking on the face of our planet. I myself have seen some amazing looking girls, and I am not talking about some popular type of beauty here, more like something extraordinary and unique, something you don’t see every day. There aren’t too many out there, but you can still find them, just like with everything else that is valuable. The problem is, how do you approach a girl that is 5 years old without getting arrested? Obviously you should talk with parents but… Who on Earth would go with some creep with a camera around a city in search for a perfect place, light etc. It should be easier with older girls and women but it is not… Everyone is super busy with their own life, not to mention the idea of going to some shady places with a total stranger… As for now, being awfully famous is the only solution that should deal with my problems in this difficult scenario. Or rich, I could always offer a nice sum of money in return for me being weird. So yes, this is my first model. She is a bit shy, but I still have a mad respect for her. She’s the one ladies and gents, she is the first one that let me be weird around her. “

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” Hurt ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 77mm F1.8 Limited )

Original Street Artist: Anna Matuszewska in association with Galeria Sztuki 58, Radom.

” Why do we hurt each other? What is even more important… Why do we hurt people we love? We hate the idea of hurting people we care about, yet we still do it… Is it the unknown? Is it because you can feel it more than anything else? Are we checking them or ourselves? That delicate and barely perceptible feeling of satisfaction that we caused someone pain. You can easily hide it, it’s a weak feeling, but it is there and you know it. Somewhere deep deep inside of you, you enjoyed it, you liked it, it feels good doesn’t it? We like to hurt, and we like being hurt. It shakes our flat emotionless life from time to time a bit, reminds us to appreciate the good things in our stagnated and impassive existence. Or maybe… Maybe I am wrong…? What if I got this all wrong!? Maybe people are not like that at all, maybe it is… Maybe it is just me…? Could it be, just me? What if I am a monster leeching on someone else’s feelings and emotions? What if I am a parasite feeding on souls of innocent creatures, causing them pain, and look… how they suffer in results of my foul doing. What if I cannot or don’t know how to love, and hurting is the only thing that makes me feel…? “

 

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” Locked In Emptiness ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 77mm F1.8 Limited )

Original Street Artist: Anna Matuszewska in association with Galeria Sztuki 58, Radom.

” Locked away by none other than himself, trapped in abyss, floating in vacuum of despair… Dreaming about life high, far above everything, living secretly underneath everyone else… Come… come closer please, look into a darkness, try to see my face… Tell me that what I see, is only a fear of what I might be. Locked in a cell of confusion, I’ve got enough. Trying to find a key, now the lock… Where the hell is it. No!! no… It’s gone… I can’t get out, I’ll never be free… Reaching with my hands out, trying to squeeze out, I can’t… I am being devoured, pulled down. I am sitting in a black corner looking at the light, thinking… The key in my hand… Heh… The lock and now the key… I’ve been waiting too long, it’s melting. I can hear the life right outside of my door… Smell it, see and even touch it sometimes… but I can never be a part of it. I have been here for so long… Do I even remember why I have decided to lock myself in this place… Of all those things I could have been, I have chosen not to be at all. My hands holding the rims of the hole, the face hidden far away from the light of life, it’s still afraid. I am looking at it for the last time, before I turn around, and walk deep into the darkness in search of myself. Where will the black tunnel lead me…? Will there be another door at the end of it, or just a dead end? I can hear voices calling my name, I am not turning around, I remember… Now I remember who and why locked me in here… Now I understand who destroyed the lock… Why did you leave the key…? “

 

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” Please Come In ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Somewhere deep in a city, there is an area, nobody visits… All surrounding buildings have been demolished, but this one… was left alone. People say, once you go inside this place, you never come back the same. Nobody believes those stories, right? Me neither, so I have decided to check this mysterious leftovers of a building. The whole thing felt wrong from the very beginning. There were plenty of different warehouses, shops and garages around, but none of them were moderately close to the ruin. The area has been sealed off with a high fence, but I have managed to get inside. All ground entries have been either boarded or walled up, and the ones that haven’t, were leading straight to the basement… Pardon my lack of bravery, but it is not a story of a heroic knight, and certainly… this path did not suit me well. I had to find another way in. After closer examination, I have found a way to get inside. A partially boarded door, was kind enough to let me squeeze in. The moment I got into it, a foul stench hit my nostrils like a hammer. It wasn’t an animal, it was something quite different… I was swiftly making my way between halls and rooms, trying not to make any noise at the same time. It was rather hard to achieve, considering all the rubble and glass lying around. The sun was getting inside, lighting most of the interior, for which I was unbelievably grateful. Unfortunately, my bright yellow friend could not reach some parts of the building, leaving it dark and black like a coal. I was trying to avoid those devilish parts as best as I could, I was only a visitor, I did not want to wake up something unholy here… When I reached a staircase, I took a brief glance downstairs and I wish I hadn’t… The pitch black madness was only a few steps away from my shoes, a cold touch went through my whole body, almost pushing me off balance. I made my way up, quicker than a cat chased by a dog. Once again, I was moving swiftly between different rooms and corridors, exploring everything thoroughly… everything that was in light that is. The paint which was coming off the walls and ceilings, was creating weird shapes and patterns, hanging like venomous creatures, trying to reach you. Soon, I have found an interesting room, full of documents and books of some sort, the musty sweet smell was making me feel sick, but I wanted to know what they are. The moment I opened one of them with my foot, I heard something behind me, something I cannot describe with words. It sounded like a cry of a baby dying or some animal being ripped in half. Needlessly to say, I turned around immediately, not sure what I will see… but I saw nothing. Suddenly, I have lost all the interest in further exploring. I didn’t want to stay in this building any longer, I had captured some photographs and decided it will have to be enough. I was trying to make my way back to the staircase as fast as I could, but the corridors… they looked different… I did not know which turn to take in any of them. After few seconds, or maybe minutes, I wasn’t walking anymore, I was running, trying to find the way out. That sound again, I didn’t know where it came from… I was standing, paralysed by fear, I wanted to move… but my legs were not responding. Again, the howl of something dying in agony, struck me like a thunder, I could move again. I ran and ran, it could be seconds, maybe minutes, but it felt like an eternity before I reached the stairway. I was dashing down, praying that my foot don’t step on some rubble in all this rush, but something far worse has happened… Once again, I was standing frozen, with cold sweat running down my body… The darkness from the basement, was just a few steps down from me… How? I have not even reached the ground floor… I have slowly started moving upstairs again, pushing my back against the wall, shaking… When I got back on the top floor, the sun was not reaching anywhere, anymore… Despite of broken windows and an early afternoon, everything was dimmed and dark, there was nowhere to go… not without going through the complete darkness. I cringed in a corner of the staircase, afraid to take another step. I heard it again… the agony, cry, howl and screaming in pain… but this time, it came from the very next room, the foul stench was present again… I closed my eyes, in hope that it’s only a bad dream, and once I open them, I will wake up in my bed. After a while, I opened them, I was still inside the building, but it all seemed to be back to normal. The sun was shining through the broken windows and I could hear ambient sounds coming from the outside. Without much thinking, I made my way out of the building, as fast as I possibly could. It took me days, before I could ease my mind… After a few weeks, I recalled about the photographs I had taken. I connected my camera, and a threatening chill went down my spine again… There was only one… The one, I did not take… “

 

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