The impulse for the series was a fleeting impression from my teenage years. In a huge, empty square of a crowded housing estate, I passed a strange man. Our gazes crossed and I realized that I knew nothing about masculinity. The type of space and the nature of the impression were, I believe, mutually conditioned. To this day, I do not know what this common state of speechlessness and uncertainty in defining one's identity by men themselves is. In the place where I live, a deeper debate on heteronormative masculinity is only just beginning. The baggage of oppressive effects that patriarchy has inflicted on culture does not encourage us to consider the obvious fact that they also reach "ordinary" men. The oppression of male patterns of values ​​permeates the space around us, shapes our everyday gestures and games, and even imprints itself in an unobvious way in the Law being established. Despite my personal disagreement with this state of affairs, I decided, without bitterness or ideological underpinnings, to conduct a private experiment and record moments in which I felt the same source of pain and oppression in space or in the silhouettes of men. I wanted to maintain the greatest possible openness to the complexity of the phenomenon and, through images, maintain contact with intuitions.