This is a project about false memories: about moments retained in the memory that had never happened. Some people throw away their visual histories and others adopt them as if they were true.
A Book under the Pillow
This is a follow-up project after my Intimacy series. Intimate relationships in this series were not the main real motive, but a fictitious one. By the time I started working on this series, I moved away from
I value the force and meaning of images that accumulate a noticeable period of time, not a "decisive" moment. Those images more honestly tell the truth of a moment than those capturing a single moment. First 50 years of my life I lived far
If Mark Doesn't Sleep
This book brings together two projects that share a common creation time and similar ideas. When we started working on them, we adapted to a new country, learned a new language, and looked for a new job, while our little son Mark took up almost all
Kiss of a Prince
Based on the Aarne–Thompson classification system, the plot index is ATU410 and tells a story related to supernatural or enchanted relatives. А king and a queen who had eagerly anticipated a daughter held a ball at the royal palace where all the fairies of the kingdom were invited. All the fairies except for one. It was known that the exception devours children. Sadly she was a relative of the good king and appeared in the midst of the ball incredibly upset for she had not been invited. She loudly voiced a shocking prophecy:
When one wants to forget, sometimes there is another one who tries to recollect what has actually never been in their memory but just should not be forgotten. Memories are physical but not necessarily true. They can be constructed and they can be voluntary.
I Am Color Blind
I am color-blind. That doesn’t mean I don’t distinguish between colors. I just sometimes see differently. Like most people with color blindness, I am adapted to it and sometimes able to see what others don’t. These are digital images created from my abstract photographs and drawings. The sources are water-color, oil and acrylic artworks. They were then digitally mixed up to create images that cannot be otherwise drawn by hand.
This was a period of time in my life. I was uncertain about everything: what should I do, how to continue to live, what to do for living, divorce or leave it as is, what to do as an artist? Everything was faded, fuzzy, blurry, and vague. Everything was experimental, not certain, not final. This is finished, completed, done.
When someone says “intimacy” or “intimate relationships”, most people would think of sex. Although sexual relationships of any sort may or may not be present, intimacy is based primarily on trust. For many years I photographed young women and did not understand what I was looking for. Neither did they ever articulate that. Were they interested in love or friendship or other relationships? I am not sure any of us understood and none of us asked. Now I believe they were looking for intimacy.
Every single one of us is striving to create such a communication space where we would feel the most comfortable. We build family relationships and connections at work; choose where to live and who to be friends with; fabricate our own environment for interacting with others. Social networks are fantastic for this purpose, because they conveniently let us build borders to delineate this space of communication.