I BURY MY NEST

photo-series that arose against the background of reflection while viewing historical photographs of the village where I come from. This series is a therapy and funeral ritual. I let the village die like a living organism. I reproduce chunks of this organism's memory. I remember, honor and pray for her, trying to find beauty in the dilapidation and contemplation of the last years of the settlement.

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is a photograph from the "I Bury My Nest" series. The basis of this photo, as well as the first photo, is my childhood photo taken on a family trip. There were many hunters in my family, and this means a special love in our family for dogs. I remember well the story about one of them. It was a husky named Taiga and was shot while hunting, mistaking it for game. Since childhood, I was accompanied by a pit bull named Lord, after whose death I began to be allergic to all dogs. In general, I have a lot of allergies to that and they say that this is a disease of a person who is constantly abstracted from nature and the body perceives natural stimuli as something hostile. I do not feel natural in my village, but this conflict of inheritance and variability does not allow me to forget about Bereznik.

"moon dog"

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The "Heavenly Cow" polyptych is a photograph from the series "I Bury My Nest", taken in the village of Bereznik, Leshukonsky District.

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I created a mocumentary deity out of a cow, living simultaneously on earth and in heaven. The farm is the only reason the village hasn't died yet. The mother cow keeps the nest alive. Just as a cub is given milk to continue to live, so the village ends its life by living on this drink.

A cow sits in the center of my nest, burying its offspring.

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"Fallen Nest: 1" and "Fallen Nest: 2"

are photographs from the "I Bury My Nest" series that gave rise to the idea for this series. The picture was taken in Pinega, on the territory of the Artemiy-Verkolsky monastery. While walking through the forest, I came across a nest that fell from a tree. Obviously it was forgotten, abandoned and "out of service" long ago. When I took this picture, I saw only a contemplative meaning in it, but in this series it is revealed in a different way. This nest is the main metaphor in these photographs, describing the dead village where I come from.

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Old people in northern villages, sensing the approach of the end, made themselves a domovina (coffin), which then stood in the house for almost a whole year, or even more.

These are not gravestone crosses, but the silhouettes of the cross appear everywhere in the village. The village is building itself a domovina.

"The cemetery is making its way out"

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The main building and dignity of Bereznik is a historical monument, the Church of St. John the Baptist, which is now also living out its last days. Its bell tower rests on three planks and has been standing this way for several years. The Trinity and the Advent are the main symbols of this photograph.

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"Trinity: Advent" is a photograph from the series "I Bury My Nest", taken on the bell tower of the Artemiy-Verkolsky Monastery in Pinega. The man goes to the city, leaving the village, trying to save himself. I go back, trying to save her, but I run into more than my own grief. Almost all the villagers have already buried their nest, it seems to no one that it is possible to resurrect it. However, all living natives of the nest come to the funeral every summer, fish, relax with their souls, and feel nostalgic.

time to sow

time to reap

The triptych “Migration” is a photograph from the series “I Bury My Nest.
Photos were taken in the village of Bereznik, Leshukonsky district.

I am a wild bird for whom a birdhouse was built. I am a cuckoo who abandoned children. I dropped my nest. I encourage my avian nature. I am doing better. I hope that I am doing better. I'm leaving. I'm leaving. Where it is better. I hope it will be better there.

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