By creating thematically distinct spaces, I want to immerse the viewer in a sense of cataloged reality, which is characteristic of neurodivergent people.
- We don't know each other, but let's stretch a rope between our windows and hang our most intimate things on it?
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- Yes, we don't know each other, but this wind blows freely and teases us. It's ready to dispel all our secrets.
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- Let's not be afraid? Just imagine what we could do if we stopped being afraid of honesty!
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- Let's be sraight, let's be honest?
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- Let's? Now then!
Spring arrives in the Moscow with grey‑brown hues and unlocked of secrets, stories without tongue.
The ceramics portray my personal stories: my son and his friend playing their favourite game among the branches, the windows of my home seen through the patterns of tree, abandoned cars. All the scenes are drawn from everyday life and united by the presence of trees.