It is not just a rusty wagon – it is a story written by years, weather and oblivion. Corrosion has become an artist here – it paints the surface of the metal in a unique way, raw and beautiful at the same time. A close-up reveals a texture like on a canvas, full of colours and contrasts, which were not created by man, but by time.
The photo was taken during a search for industrial traces of the past – places that were once a symbol of development, and today have been degraded. Abandoned railway wagons are not only carriers of rust – they are also evidence of civilisational changes. They used to serve people, connect places, transport stories. Today they are decaying on the sidelines, left in oblivion. Their corrosion is not only a physical process – it is also a metaphor for how society abandons what is no longer “needed”.
I wanted to capture this very moment – when time ceases to be just a measure, and becomes a creator. Because rust can be beautiful. Because even destruction can tell a story.
I can't describe exactly what I feel when I take a photo - but I know that each one is made from the heart. I look, feel and capture what is important to me. I try to make the frame not only show what I see, but also why. I may not put it in big words, but I know that what I create is real.