Installation view
Installation view
Installation view
Installation view
Installation view
Installation view
Alexandr Lemish, No Fate, 2023
Alexandr Lemish, No Fate, 2023
Alexandr Lemish, No Fate, 2023
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Alexndr Lemish, No Fate, 2023, detail
Daria Golovkova, from Wherever You Are series, 2021
found object
found object
Sasha Gosmant, untitled, 2023
Sasha Gosmant, untitled, 2023
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Yury Otinov, Mypizzacomestolive, 2023
Yury Otinov, Mypizzacomestolive, 2023
Yury Otinov, Mypizzacomestolive, 2023
Yury Otinov, Mypizzacomestolive, 2023, detail
Yury Otinov, Mypizzacomestolive, 2023, detail
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Katerina Veselovskaya, untitled, 2022
Katerina Veselovskaya, untitled, 2022
Katerina Veselovskaya, untitled, 2022
Katerina Veselovskaya, There Was Always Someone Sleeping in the Upstairs Room, but We Didn't Always Know Who, 2022
Katerina Veselovskaya, There Was Always Someone Sleeping in the Upstairs Room, but We Didn't Always Know Who, 2022
Katerina Veselovskaya, There Was Always Someone Sleeping in the Upstairs Room, but We Didn't Always Know Who, 2022
Installation view
A Verse by Mr. Arche
A verse by Mr. Arche:
In the depths of the earth, somners search for ruins,
Where past centuries hide their secrets.
But death does not spare even ancient fortresses,
And time erases the memory of a past world.
In ancient cities, somners seek texts
Of wisdom and beauty, of art and creativity.
But time is destroying everything around them,
Turning the history of our world into dust.
Somners find traces of cruel forces.
Among the ashes and ashes, in the dusty field of battle,
Their labors will be destroyed by time,
That turns everything to dust.
On the steppes of the sand dunes, somners walk,
Searching for the remains of lost civilisations.
But their work will be destroyed by time,
Turns their work into dust and oblivion.
Amidst the wasteland and the ruins, somners walk
In search of truth, trying to open doors to the past.
But time is watching them, ready to destroy,
To erase their labours and leave only dust.
