Architecture and humanity always share a direct connection. This relationship, rich in emotion, gives life to an architectural creation, where energy dances within. Not only through its creator but also through the people who pass by, live near, and touch it. Walls are the vertical ground, holding traces of people on their surfaces. They are treasure troves of memories and secrets collected over the years. Walls listen, but they don’t speak - they shout!  

It’s interesting that the project “The Walls Cry Out Too” seems like an artwork that already exists on the city walls. Everyone passes by, influences, and changes them without noticing, and then moves on. It’s as if, when I pass by, these walls shout at me - no, they scream at me! Then I look through my camera and take a photo, capturing a document of that moment - of the day or night, the season, my mood, and the wall’s current state. Once I take the photo, it no longer screams; it just follows me silently with its gaze. The fate of this wall is bittersweet; from the wall itself, it moves to my camera, then to my computer, to the printer, and finally, it will be hung on another wall! A living wall and a dead wall! I’m unsure which wall is truly alive - the one installed on the gallery wall or the one in the city... but I do know that only a few walls scream, and some have nothing to cry out about - yet.