Знакомое место

The period of disconnection and fragmentation continues. The artist descends from these problems to several levels—to the personal, to the everyday.

We may have different perspectives and backgrounds, but we share a common experience. This might be nostalgia for something. We played in courtyards with Soviet flower beds and window boxes where flowers grew in tires. We went to school, we swung on swings. Even the weather can be something that unites us.

Sometimes, people living in the same city post photos of a rainbow or a sunset on social media. And the feed becomes a unified space. Rain makes us equal.