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LETTER TO NOWHERE
2014
I am writing my letter to nobody…
I see the lines in crumpled paper, lines become letters one by another. They make words then and my dreams take visual shapes. They live their own lives from now. Their silence is violet and their laughing is pinky, and I have no power over them anymore…  >>>

 

roads

ROADS
2013 – 2014
Roads like a life itself, turn over and over under your wheels. Which one is yours you never know. Rocky, dangerous but exciting? Or flat, predictable and save. Always different but never stop moving… >>>

 

I look around, but never see myself. Seeing myself means looking at my own reflection and see like others do. But it is no more than illusion. Glossy surfaces attract. I glance at it, it's like a windows into the sole. Hitching me up for a moment when I am in a crowd, but then absorb me for hours when I am alone so I could finally look into the depth of my eyes. Everything is reflected. I am reflected. Reflections are everywhere. So where am I - on what side of reflections?

REFLECTIONS
2013
I look around, but never see myself. Seeing myself means looking at my own reflection and see like others do.
But it is no more than illusion. Glossy surfaces attract. I glance at it, it’s like a windows into the sole…>>>

 

 Passers. Who are they? The common picture of the city is filled with them. Their voices, gestures, coats, suits, scarves, umbrellas, high heels, cigarette smoke, their morning сoffee. They bring a life into the cities. Each of them has his own story.It seems like you are reading their thoughts while gazing into the passing faces.  You see them every day. As if you have always known them. Thousands of passers are rushing to somewhere. Every morning they start up the day, they come out on the streets in a lunch time, in the evening they go home in a subways and cars to become special for somebody again. Urban dogs and birds are scurrying in the bustle of the city whirl. City is alive. They are its breath. (Even at night). Look closer. What do you see? You are one of them.

PASSERS
2012
Passers. Who are they? The common picture of the city is filled with them. Their voices, gestures, coats, suits, scarves, umbrellas, high heels, cigarette smoke, their morning сoffe. They bring a life into the cities. Each of them has his own story… >>>