The project is a chain of balloons filled with helium. They aim upward from the gallery window, representing an ephemeral staircase to the sky. The work tells about a childhood dream of becoming an artist. About how this path seems simple and joyful, but how shaky and unreliable it really is. The material was not chosen by chance - the balls, light and airy, can fly into the sky, but they are not able to withstand someone who decided to use them to reach the stars.

Along with the work, the text is included in the project:

"Since I was a child, I wanted to become an artist. We had a lot of art albums at home, and my mother collected the spreads of Ogonyok magazines, where they printed reproductions. They were in thick stacks in the closet, and I often looked at them (some of my friends say that they had the same thing in childhood). I well remember my delight at these paintings, their beauty was breathtaking. I wanted to redraw many of them. I think it was a feeling akin to conquest - I needed to appropriate this beauty for myself, take it away, "swallow" it. Some kind of greed, greed. I painted a lot at home, then I went to art school, I enrolled in a photographer. She studied enthusiastically, hardly interested in anything else, participated in exhibitions. She enrolled in Surikov, studied for a year in Repinka, until her eldest daughter was born. Between the two younger children, she managed to graduate from the Faculty of Contemporary Art. And always, both in childhood, and at the institute, and now, the image of the stairs that I climb up to my dream, to the "stars" looms in my mind's eye. And now it seems that I have passed all the steps, climbed to the roof. And there was nothing left between me and the stars-an empty space. It remains only to overcome it..."

Year 2021

In this project,

I am developing one of my main themes - the theme of childhood, "art-as-a-game", as well as the theme of aestheticizing mistakes. The works in this series paint before us the image of a child artist who, playing and indulging, turns a fabulous illustration into an abstract image.

You can read these works as a metaphor - the picture of the world does not add up, events cannot be described, it is impossible to understand what is happening. However, I admire this chaos, sorting through the elements of the image just out of curiosity - to see what happens.

The year 2019

The name of this graphic series indicates the time period during which it was made. It took several months of continuous painstaking painting to create the individual canvases. On the surface of the canvas, black and white cells alternate in different sequences, forming intricate checkerboard patterns. This is filling in time, reasoning about the usefulness and uselessness of the artist's work, weighing the negative and positive aspects.

The series is made on four canvases, measuring 150x150 cm, using liners of different thicknesses.

I started my career in modern art by creating boards for fictional board games. I imagined a kind of beautiful garden (like the ancient Greek or oriental, from the fairy tales of the Thousand and One Nights), where philosophers and artists amuse themselves by playing a kind of "absurd chess", where the rules are complex, confusing and incomprehensible. I got a series of graphic sheets depicting these strange chess fields.

I live on an island of suffering from which there is no escape. But one day a miracle happened: an empty boat moored to my shore. A boat on which I can cross the ocean and leave these places forever. But instead of swimming, I collect beautiful pebbles on the shore. I'm too busy to look away, laying out intricate patterns and building towers. The boat stands there and worries me with its appearance, reminding me every day that it's time to travel. As the years go by, the boat ages, and small cracks have already appeared in its sides. And I'm still admiring the small stones and waiting for a reward for my painstaking work. Any minute now, a hurricane could happen that would shatter my fragile castles and take my boat away, because the island stands in the middle of a vast ocean. But I'm still continuing my work, hoping that there won't be a hurricane today.