Rubezh

Взглянувши сюда, обыватель узрит сквозь очки в оловянной оправе,

Как лежит человек вниз лицом у кирпичной стены; но не спит. 

Ибо брезговать кумполом сны продырявленным вправе.  

                                                                                              — Joseph Brodsky, 1969

I have lived most of my life in Kaliningrad, the former Konigsberg, a city that was almost destroyed by the war. The story develops in a spiral, from a period of stability and development, plunging the world into stagnation, then chaos again. From democracy and liberty to authoritarism and repressions. From peace to war. Now we are on a new turn.

Photographs are a cloud of associations and visual metaphors, reflections on the cyclical nature of history, past and present, the inevitability of death, but at the same time — the value of life and the attempt to save it from death, meaningless and untimely. Through this series of images, I demonstrate to the viewer my state and thoughts in the last months before leaving my home, probably forever.

If the left, black-and-white side, refers more to the past, which many forget or distort, then the right, colored side, refers more to the current moment, which has yet to be comprehended.