In the fall of 1992, I made my fist trip to Cuba, on a cheap weeklong package tour bought in Merida, Mexico. For many years I had strongly desired Cuba, as if longing for a woman that you meet only once and can’t get out of your mind. I’m almost certain I lived there in another life - claims Ernesto Bazan.
For long he believed he was still striding through the forest, in the numbingly warm wind, which seemed to blow from all sides and move the trees like snakes, following the barely visible blood-trail of the regularly pulsing ground in an always similar twilight, alone in the battle with the animal.
The exhibition, which inaugurates the activity of the FORT Institute of Photography’s Gallery, combines single shots of thirty contemporary Polish photographers. They all have just only thing in common – each of them has a story behind it – it’s the photographer’s story and the tale of what they see in front of their lens.