Ana Hazelny
Featured: July 22nd, 2025
In this year I’ve been into discovering and capturing what I call „street spirituality”.
When a religious image peers out from a cracked window, surrounded by graffiti, cigarette smoke, and the noise of daily life, that contradiction holds creative power for me.
How can beauty survive here? Why does someone place a saint in a window facing a street that seems to have forgotten such things?
The sacred appears not in grandeur but in stubborn presence—icons tucked into window sills, rosaries hanging from rearview mirrors.They are not protected in gold frames or whispered over in a church, but left to weather the street’s harshness, watching over chaos with the stillness of eternity.
