When creating my works, I used clothes and images from photographs taken in the USSR in the 1930s and 40s.
For me, as a viewer, these works are documentation of the life of my grandmother, who died in her youth from clinical depression in the 40s of the last century. There is only one photo left of the evidence of her life, taken during her funeral. What is this photo about? About a beautiful young girl or death? I experience a dichotomy of feelings, from admiration and curiosity to tachycardia and tears, finding this photo was the impulse to create works.