2018

After my father passed away he left a couple of shelves of checkered shirts and sharp-nosed shoes with chains, bottles of unfinished tinctures, ash of cigarettes on the balcony windows, a box of photos of his navigable youth and a lot of truth and false stories about his life.

As a child, I heard these stories several times, but it was never clear what was true or fiction. These stories merged with my memories of him and made up a certain image of my father.

Memories change under the influence of time and subjective vision of the past and present. When someone dies, the only place where he remains to live is our consciousness. However, this someone is not the same person, who was alive in reality. In my project “Chisayna”, I retell stories of my father’s life, make collages using my and his archival photographs, and documents, trying to realize how the reality about you changes after death and what is more important: someone whom you were or someone whom you become after death?