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SOn of mine, the king of pigeons
textile, beads, sterile nededle, suture material, 2025
Since childhood, the pigeon has held significance for me as an object of affection, a supreme concentration of life within a vulnerable, marginalized entity. Vulnerable to the extent that it has been reduced from a "flying rat" into a pseudo-cute, anti-stress object.
I transform this toy into a sacred artifact, a physical manifestation of a miracle. Taking monstrous entities as a foundation — siamese twins, a three-headed serpent — i utilize surgical needles and sterile suture material. I invite the viewer to peer into the unconscious, as well as to look beneath one's feet (which frequently proves more difficult) and accept these findings as a miracle. This miracle exists independently of your affection or acceptance.

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Sone of mine breathing air
photographic series of 7 scenes, 2025
I am bringing the pigeons into the everyday environment of Moscow's Sokolniki Park. Having undergone a bodily metamorphosis they are acting as the signifier of the Other in this setting. Will the miracle of recognition and acceptance occur? Is it possible, through a pigeon's effort, to perceive not an interference of perception, but the miracle of alterity? And through a human's?

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perhaps, noone was ever here
mixed media on paper, photographic print, 2025
I define areas of pigeon congregation as "pigeon stations". I am familiar with Moscow's pigeon stations and visit them routinely. At times, I arrive only to find no birds present. Perhaps, no one was ever here.

This project is constructed upon the juxtaposition of two distinct optics: the sterile gaze of the camera focused on (non)existent pigeon stations, and the dispersed vision of the Other — the pigeon.
The first branch of the project consists of images of pigeon stations following the intervention of a human simulacrum of nature. In Sokolniki, for instance, the birds were displaced by construction, and the ground was mystically concealed beneath white fabric.
The second, graphic branch of the project is a speculation on pigeon vision; dream-like thought-forms created in co-authorship with my four-year-old son. The works are titled with my son’s phrases, which, much like the optics of the Other, remain obscure and resist direct interpretation.