this is an inkblot play

anonymous inner landscapes 2026 series of scanographies found photographs from the odessa flea market - old icons without faces. the scanner removes layers of time, leaving only a black-and-white map: dark lakes, white mountains, blurred clouds where eyes once were. these blots - modern iconography of the nameless, a rorschach version for the soul. a silhouette of a butterfly, eternally trembling in the chest. a shadow of a cross, repeating in every new body. a contour of a palm, stretching through centuries and touching me. white emptiness in which someone whispers: i have already been here. i am the keeper and explorer of these landscapes. i come closer and recognize my own map of life: the same wound, the same hope, the same spiral of return to myself. all these repeated signs hold in the collective consciousness and pass from one to another through centuries. silent messages.