by Denis Brudna
He does not really like New Year`s Eve, says Denis Brudna. Not the programmed party mood, not the fireworks, after which you can set the clock and, actually, not what is left from all the drinking, popping, being merry. The garbage.??
Because rather than to complain year after year, he has made the New Years morning to his accomplice. When the city is sleeping off the hangover, he is alone with champagne bottles and corks, firecrackers and rockets, confetti and streamers that now lie on the ground as yesterday´s night crawlers.
In front of the photographer`s lens they have their second appearance and form delicate, wild or grotesque stills. ›Created by the master of careless chance the snow canvas compositions are contradictory, enigmatic and sometimes of subtle humor‹, writes Peter Lindhorst and describes the images of Denis Brudna as mood-brighteners against the indispensable gloom at the end of the year..??
May the new year come! Year after year.