40 Days
(2020)

When looking at the news headlines and delving into their snippets I tried to notice and track the changes in the place where I live but my habitat was left by people long before the onset of a pandemic that wasn’t understood and unconscious at that time. At the same time I noticed changes in myself and my feelings of routine things. The feelings that had not happened for a very long time.

Standing in the middle of the familiar and revered Siberian wastelands I felt how the informational background replaces the usual sound background, how uncertainty about the future replaces self-doubt, and how the usual viscous sense of time breaks into viscous feelings.

These forty days when freedom of movement was restricted were the most free for me in many years. It seemed that new feelings and sensations have appeared. Perhaps this place sparkled with new colors but I want to believe that it was me.