The world has changed in a moment
It will never be the same again
The planning horizon has narrowed to
an extremely short period of time
IT’S JUST 'NO WORDS'
We live in a unique époque when every morning may change the life – the way we are waking
up, checking on our feelings, dealing with routine and the way we do our artistic practices, too.
It becomes extremely important to record what everyone feels this long last month.
Subjectivity, individual perception and personal point of view are the most precious in the time of propaganda and high pressing from the majorities.
We consider that only personal feelings
can be a true portrait of our time we live in.
PL photography studio, Unit 126, Buspace Studios, London, UK
Curators: Alisa Lisovskaia, Olga Kotilevskaya
Artists: Julia Chernysheva, Jessica Avarello, Aryuna Tardis, Mariya Tatarnikova, Irina Evseenko, Alina Saffron, Victoria Dini, Elena Otvodenko, Kuznetsova Darya, Margarita Raeva, V Vlasov, Olga Kotilevskaya, Denis Karpenkov, Olga Sorokina, Kamila Banks, Elena Sakharova, Daria Kuvaiskaia, Anna Butenko, Yulia Andreeva, Daria Arendt, Varvara Totibadze, Daria Gamulina, Irene Makarova, Ksenia Ilina, Sonia Baileys, Anastasia Bankova, Anna Tretiakova.
Countries: Russia, Belarus, United Kingdom, Moldova, Georgia, Bulgaria, Germany
On 02/22/22 at 0.21 I wrote a word which is now banned in the Russian Federation into a text generator and I received 3 images that probably most accurately depict my mixed feelings, for which I could not find the words for already one month: Horror? Perplexity? Despair?
The eyes, all sad and red from tears, in its empty face staring into nowhere express my feelings where emptiness and sadness take over while thousands of questions shatter me, like this supernova in 'Alienated' shatters them.
I hope that our prayers will be answered and that one day there will only be peace on earth.
Iʼve lost my best friend, my childhood love, my everything at once. I really wish that my work could help someone else to realise that even in the darkest of the times there is always our hope.
The artist, Katerina Veselovsaya (model and make up creator here), and I have created 5
characters using special lightning and
paint the to show the transition from one stage to another (denial, anger, depression, bargaining and acceptance).
Today this project has absolutely different meaning to me than it had before. Now, Iʼm thinking about people who have to face death every day, and how the world has changed in one minute.
Nothing but peace
Graphic based at image design 2022
From this poison, everything is in a fog. Freedom, joy and life are not visible. And it's so hard to see the light to open the cage, exhale and find peace. At least for a while, let the inflamed soul rest, fall asleep, dreaming of a calm, peaceful day.
With this project in the genre of modern still life, I want to show what I felt in the
first days after the beginning of the so-called "special operation": pain, anxiety,
fear, confusion, despair. I call this project 'The Egg'.
It is the central object of my photographs. For me the egg is a symbol of life and the fragility of our existence at the same time.
The egg is my life, which crashed in the morning of the February 24th.
My project is about growing up and the inability to remain the same, about saying goodbye to inner carelessness and innocence.
You can't prepare yourself for change and growing up, and more often than not, we do it abruptly, going through a painful separation. The images of girls-sisters are the embodiment of innocence and childishness.
A state that resembles a frozen, frightened animal rather than the desire to move forward.
Through the objects scattered around the apartment, I wanted to show that you cannot prepare yourself to this kind of event, this meeting takes you by surprise, wherever you are now.
Three stages of decay
Digital images 2022
The main feeling of the situation is something similar to being stuck between two worlds - one that has
already been destroyed and the second one that has yet to be created.
Such a situation could be described as a liminal vacuum. Above all, the works reflect a sense of the body in this vacuum.
A body that has been stripped of its limbs and has lost the ability to move, touch, digest. A body which is forced to be a passive witness to the catastrophe, which mimics something alive, but in fact has long been dead.
Sorrowls vs sorrowls
Photo of underground community farm street art 2022
Glance versus glance – no words.
Varvara Totibadze, Tbilisi, GEDaria Arendt, Moscow, RU
One day you wake up in a world, where your hands are tied and your lips are sealed.
Only the screens keep broadcasting. Frightening.
Sonia Baileys, London, UKDaria Arendt, Moscow, RU
EDEN. TEARS OF HUMANITY
Photography, costume design 2022
How do you feel when your world, your personal Garden of Eden that you have been growing with love and hope for the future, dissipates in a matter of moments?
Eviscerated. Fearful of the unknown.
What do we have now? Millions of Gardens destroyed, thousands of stories coming to an abrupt end.
similar to private home photos, exploring the theme of sexuality in relationships and how it can be manifested.
Project was embodied in collaboration with the Flacon Mag.
Denis KarpenkovMoscow, RU
A170 02 April at 17.02
Photo Triptych 2022
A170 in Moscow photostudio "Apollo" is never empty.
A lot of the most important shots for the Russian fashion industry were done here.
Usually teams of 20-30 people work here, shootings start at 09.00 and end closer to the midnight.
This has been happenning every day till February 24th.
Now the A170 is empty quite often.
Almost all the best specialists in the field moved out to other countries.
Despite this, the studio continues to work.
There are many in Moscow who, on purpose, do not want to leave the young industry, who are ready to support designers, create visuals and develop local culture in new conditions.
Hall A170 is empty. Is his emptiness a crisis or an opportunity?
Elena SakharovaVolgograd, RU
In the dark I see a girl’s eyes
Oil on wood 2022
'No words' have reached me while I was still in a post pandemia 'bubble', which I was still
trying to shake off.
Last years I was living in a fictional online reality: zoom and kind of it. Ones upon a time sorrow and desperation entered my virtual bubble and spread like an avalanche.
Russian people and people who have connections with Russia suffer this common grief. We share our common feeling of loss: with that horrible 'no words', our Russia barbarically was taken from us. Going out into the real world I'm looking for desperation in bypassers' eyes, because words are forbidden.
But I don't see it.
I live in a tiny village in Volgograd area, where people are disconnected from virtual reality, online sources of information and therefore disconnected from the reality of what's going on, disconnected from the truth. Probably in a big city I would've find response in eyes of people, the confirmation of this pain and sorrow. Ones being at home in the darkness I saw eyes on the wall, between pattern of wallpaper... and I keep seeing them during the nights.
There's Russian word 'mereshitsya', which roughly translates as 'something seems' or 'glimmers indistinctly'. And this wallpaper pattern, that seems for me as a girl's eyes in the dark very specifically reflects my physical condition, which doesn't find any feedback for my feelings in a material world around me.
Fear of the unknown
My photo story is about overcoming and living with collective fear, loss and anxiety, coming to terms that paradigm is shifting, and we have no say in any of it, crash of illusions and not feeling the ground under us.
What will come next? We ought to draw upon experiences of our ancestors to move further, perhaps that is how true contact between generations is built, but at what price.
The Snow maiden
The series of three works, Oil, paper for oil 2022
The Snow Maiden is a popular Russian folk tale, which probably was inspired by the
story of a temporary return of a dead young lady to the world of the living.
The works are dedicated to the restless spirits of the dead, as well as to the
traumatic unvoiced experience that lies dormant in the wounded soul and is passed
down from one generation to another, similar to the unmourned and unnamed souls of the dead.
Not in my name
Cum tacent, clamant
Digital art, 2022
In my work, I wanted to express the helplessness, numbness, and inability to speak that I am experiencing right now.
Digital images, 2022
This vector banner art is created by Anna Butenko in spring 2022 and depicts expectations of this spring vs. reality. Overwhelmed by feelings. No words.
Anna Butenko’s art is deeply rooted in global contemporary events and Russian folklore tradition and culture. Using these starting points she works with her personal and other people’s experiences and feelings with the purpose to create a public space for healing and development through art. The artist’s favorite media are digital art, graphics, video and performance.
Plastic sculpture, photography 2022
I created a plastic sculpture that reminds me of corals and tentacles, genesis and
rebirth. Since February 24th, however,
I have realized that now in this world there is no place for rebirth or evolution. I destroyed my sculpture and photographed what was left of it in poisonous neon light.
The photographs give an uneasy feeling,
like a bad dream, confusing and scary.
My sculpture, previously inspired by
nature, in photographs now looks like maybe a jellyfish from the apocalypse,
like the insides of living beings.
I got to know that when corals are about to die, they turn white. my sculpture is white in poisonous neon.
Burdened with Light
Oil on canvas 2022
My body can't take in what's going on. I am literally being torn apart from the inside out. The future is no longer an extension of the past. The present has frozen and stopped breathing. The forms of relations, culture and language that were previously familiar are no longer able to withstand the changes that are taking place. Internal pressure reaches critical values. I really hope light will break through the seams and wounds of the world existed before.
They Are Watching Christmas Movie But It Is March
Street Installation, Photography 2022
People's reaction to the collapse of the familiar world through the denial of reality.
Installation with a Twister game on voluminous concrete structures, the storm retaining wall.
Digital images 2022
You won't see them again
You can't hold them in your hands
You can't press them to your chest
To the words they are now deaf
To the words they are now dumb
Rituals: death, mourning, funeralDigital Photography 2022
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