Zsuzsa Darab Photography


Am I sorry? Or should I be sorry? I don’t know. I don’t believe so. I don’t know what I believe so. I don’t know what I should believe so. I hate you. Because you hurt me. Very much. And it still hurts. My soul hurts. Again. All in vain.I  did everything right this time, though. Or not. I believed so. Whatever now. It is just like that. One more slap in the face. From you? From the life? I am disappointed. I am so disappointed in you. In all of you.
I am so bored of this. I don’t want to feel the pain. Again. The soul is so fragile. You are responsible for it, if you already tamed it. This is a shame, you forget about it. Maybe, you never knew it. This is my fault. I have misread you. Again.
This series is a photo therapy project. And the pictures just like the statement are a kind of conversation with my ex(es), with all the men in my life. Also a conversation with myself a little bit. It is an overall, the "letter" you've never sent, the words you weren't able to say it out loud, when you were supposed to. It is a closure. In a same time, it is also an open door to my feelings, to my thoughts of my relationships in the past.