Brutalism, proud expressions, sensations of splendorous decay. In Armenia I saw a country's past reflected in the architecture and the faces of its people. Turkey was not to be mentioned. There was friendliness in their eyes, honesty in their hospitality. I wanted to photograph their faces. They looked so proud and natural. Visiting a sanatorium is like stepping back in time. The Soviet Union left its traces here, and I could feel them in the colours, the furniture, the buildings; their brutality coloring its afterlife.
Pictures and words. René Fietzek
Editing. Valerie Steenhaut