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We decided to risk and to live through visually on of the most taboo themes in our society
"We often pay off death symbolically in order not to think of it – by giving money for charity," helping dying children and animals.
Because death is a primitive fear and “no living human can be saved from this dark shadow”.
«death studies» — «science about death»
humanitarian knowledge, which is mainly concerned with everything connected with death, dying and immortality.
We consider that it’s necessary and important to speak about death. Especially in these terrible "times, when we live in 2022."
To think about the last will when you are ready is normal if it happens either at 20 or at 50;
To speak about how to be buried;
To grieve as you can without being guilty for some “unusual emotions”.
Speaking about death we are speaking about life**.
We organized this online exhibition together with Liza Svetlova, a death studies activist, art-curator, Big death conf founder, cofounder of Constructor microinstitution (together with Arina Dakina) to talk with you visually about death.
**big death conf – slogan
*Irvin Yalom. Looking into the sun. Life without fear of death.
Liza Svetlova
visual anthropologist, death studies activist, curator and big death conf founder
«It’s considered that death is tabooed. We see it in films, news and Youtube everyday. The life of a film character is worthy of nothing. Death is lightweight and valueless.

To be honest? I hate such texts about death, though there is certainly a grain of truth in them. I want to believe that death is a territory of freedom. That’s why death is written about, sung, danced, played, taken photos, proving the main thing – death belongs to all of us without exception..
The «Constructor microinstitution» and «Boiling Point» magazine collected visual artists who are ready to accept it in some way or other and say personally about themselves and from themselves, make their private public, break notorious stigmas about the right and wrong, permissible, shameful and shameless in understanding of death. By the way, this very approach realises one more basis of death and dying culture – a possibility to be spoken about. Taking pictures is also a language and a way of speaking, but due to no evident reasons this function of expressing itself through visual aids remains far from use. Photography as means of expression is often ignored when death and dying is concerned preferring means of painting, theatre or films.

It may be explained by that fact that the nature of photography is inseparably connected with death. Even new living in the world of photoshop we feel authenticity of photography as a document, though illusory. «If it is taken a photo, it’s real in comparison with being painted, shown on the stage or performed.» We chose the projects with a chance to overcome this psycho- visual barrier for this exhibition and give freedom to photography as a tool of speaking about death.
Liza Svetlova
visual anthropologist, death studies activist, curator and big death conf founder
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Photographer and visual artist from Saint Petersburg. Focuses attention on research of the phenomenon of nostalgia, identity, poetisizing everyday life through object photography, self- portrait and naïve photo-culture.
Ira Brana
digital photography, 2021
Our roots are branchy, they throb, interlace, tear off and meet again, if you touch your cheek you will feel one and the same granite bits licking panel fronts. Purple paint reaches your ankles. Slate’s ripples on the top. Bench’s frame under your feet with marigolds growing through.
ROOTS is a part of the same-name project, which researches memory of a home-cradle, using collective architecturally typical for the 60-s image of the block of flats. This memory can be cared and kept alive, but it may be systematically dug out and buried deeper.
It’s warm May, 2019. I am sitting in the kitchen with my legs crossed, slowly drinking my morning coffee. Telephone is ringing. I'm taking the receiver. This is my Dad, he’s very laconic:«Grandpa has died». Grandma came to waken him up and asked with a little bit of jeer: «Gena, are you alive?» But he didn’t answer.
We were not very close with him, but recently listening to my Mum’s delightful stories I didn’t give up hope to make friends with him. I even started thinking how we would be having a heart- to-heart talk. We would sit together in the kitchen some day. I would be sitting near the window, he with his back to the fridge. We would open a bottle of wine for an easy start and would be making friends. But I had been thinking about it for too long.
For no one
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Interdisciplinary artist from Saint Petersburg. Works in photography, video, performance and installation. Writes scenarios and works as an actor. Participates in hybrid art & science workshops in ITMO-university. In 2021 graduated from Saint Petersburg Institute of Culture, cinema-photoarts department. At present is studying in magistracy, Stieglitz Academy of Art and Design.
Anna Palchik
polaroid, album
The project For no one was filmed after half a year after the funeral. Beginning with mourning and sorrow of the loss I have been coming to release and light being in contact with my roots.
And it’s quite normal that after the funeral banquet you have to meet up with smiling people, drinking champagne in the name of arts. Here life is flickering on tips of fingers. Blow off and it will vanish.
The last
the Earth
days on
A sharp feeling of the loss of reality together with a thrusted feelings of a close death became a moving force for creation of this series of photos. The project was noted at Brurring the Linesin 2020.
The last days on the Earth project was born in the period of lockdown in the spring of 2020. It was caused by the phenomenon of infodemia, when information currents being sometimes controversial filled the routine and started to build their own media-reality.
From Murmansk region, lives and works in Saint Petersburg. Took up photography more than 10 years ago. Participant of various group exhibitions in Russia and abroad. Uses photography in its different manifestations, from digital images to photo-sculpture in her art practice.
Kaati Puolakinen
photo, 2020
Ekaterina Judaeva
Scientific communicator, biologist, researcher of Art and Science Center of ITMO-university. Sphere of interests: scientific theatre, digital humanities, recomprehension of archives materials using the tools of new media, ethics, aesthetics of scientific illustrations.
The author offers a dialogue with the scientist in the only available form – through soil. A visitor to the exhibition can send Dokuchaev his/her message in the language of flowers popular in the XIX-th century, planting a seed from the offered list in the soil taken from the scientist’s grave.
Mallow – your indifference kills me
Parsley – be modest
Nasturtium – be active
Paper’s colour (cornflower) – I like everything
Cavalier’s spurs (delphinium) – there is Russian valour, but where is Russian constancy?
Clover – be friends
Lavender – I don’t understand you
Mint – Blout out all the past sorrow from out memory
Marrygold – don’t despair, your wish will come true some day Parsley – be modest
Gillyflower – live today, who knows what happens tomorrow
Scientific communicator, biologist, researcher of Art and Science Center of ITMO-university. Sphere of interests: scientific theatre, digital humanities, recomprehension of archives materials using the tools of new media, ethics, aesthetics of scientific illustrations.
The installation represents a platform for communication with a great scientist, founder of Russian soil science, professor Vasily Vasilyevich Dokuchaev, who died more than a century ago. This is somewhat of a memory altar in the centre of which is a scientist’s portrait surrounded by the works about soil-books and articles.
ev’s soil
Talks on
Get familiar with meanings of flowers in the flower language
Choose a seed and say about your choice
Send your message to Dokuchaev
Visual artist, curator. Graduate of Josef Buchstein Institute of Modern Arts, photo-department. Works with different media forms: photography, sculpture, collage, installation. Her projects are addressed to the themes of memory, space, materiality.
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Natalya Drachinskya
The project models a situation when the technology of creating ritual diamonds has existed for many years. And after many dead ancestors jewelry remains, making a part of family archives. They can be touched. This way actin affirms natural meaning and tactual feeling of death.
The world and the society are constantly changing. Recently a technology has appeared which allows to create diamonds out of cremation ashes. This possibility to keep memory of a dead man arouses different feelings and ideas. The words of the Russian classic: «No, I won’t die, my soul in the cherished lyre / my remains will outlive and decay will be avoided…» acquire a new meaning.
Our quests are people from different spheres who are united by interest to death: psychologists, philosophers, anthropologists, forensic experts, owners of undertaker’s offices, doalas of the end of life and other wonderful specialists.
Death trick – podcast is a project created to speak about death in all its forms. We consider our mission to make the theme of death common for talking, to help listeners find answers to quite different questions (foolish ones included), as well as make life brighter keeping in mind its ending.
Moderators of the podcast are Maria Kokova, a psychologist and religion expert, and Maria Mironos, a linguist and culture manager.
Creators of the museum of memories in the open air called We lived on the Trekutyevskoe cemetery tell us about their project. By the way, the girls presented the guide book of the Trekutyevskoe cemetery as a result of their work on November 27, 2022
«Cemetry story»
Guests: Daria Novikova and Vlada Neradovskaya, Tyumen
Moderator of a Moscow death café speaks about those who come to meet up at the project, to talk about death and how love can be born in such an atmosphere.
«Transhumanism, café and dead bodies in cosmic space»
Guest: Galina Sidorova, Moscow
Psychologist and lover of Japan speaks how it has become possible in this country to vanish from everyday life, to turn over a new leaf in another place under a new name as well as who and why needs such an option.
«Karosi, anime and social suicide»
Guest: Vasily Lunev, Georgia
«Soup, towels and the nose of the dead»
Guest: Sergey Minvaleev, Karelia
The ethnologist speaks about peculiarities of Karelian burial traditions, mixing of folk beliefs with Christian ceremonies as well as his own experience of participation in farewell sacraments.
Dasha Iukkanen
Having visited Saint Petersburg some years ago I was surprised that no streets in the centre of the city were cleaned from snow. When people think about winter, they imagine snowflakes, skis, the New Year, forgetting about slush, ice and icicles. In the ceramic newspaper there are collected quotations about icicles from real editions. Who must be in charge of streets full of snow?
chamotte, glaze, overglaze painting, 2020
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News: It’s
The artist suggests thinking over a good death covered by a rug in a comfy atmosphere. What’s the most important to be done before? In 2016 a Belgian writer and developer Peter Hinchens published A Protocol for dying on his site. He had been diagnosed cancer for 5 years by this time. At first the illness retreated, but then came back leaving him no chances. According to his own experience Peter Hinchens wrote an article with recommendations to the dying and their relatives.
Due to quite understandable reasons Peter Hinchens outlined in his article that he would not make an inquiry about comment, inviting to a personal discussion (RFC). But he asked everybody who would like to share his history to write comments on his site. A viewer can share his ideas in feedback – anonymously or not. The stories will be visualized in the author’s animation when the exhibition is over.
Bob leaves
Press the computer to read A Protocol for dying
Press the envelope to read the article’s introduction
боб ос-
installation, 2020
Sasha Kovalyova
Finished Free Workshops Art-school of the Moscow Museum of Modern Art and studied multimedia story-telling in the Gonzo-design studio in Saint Petersburg. She also studied basics of iconography and history of eastern Christian art in the Russian Orthodox Art-school Trinity.
Death studies researcher and artist. As an artist Sasha is interested in problems of keeping memory of lonely, stigmatized, marginal groups, in problems of euthanasia, interaction of death and technologies.
Please, be comfortable, have a sit-down without slippers, cover yourself in a rug. If you want, eat a biscuit.

Below there you’ll find the text of the article by a Belgian writer and IT-developer Peter Hinchens. In 2016 he published an article based on his own experience (A Protocol for dying). In information science protocols usually describe processors of data transfer according to certain rules. Symbolic Bob and symbolic Alice are also usual signs in IT science*.

Peter Hinchens had been diagnosed cancer for 5 years by the moment of publication. At first the illness retreated, but then came back without any chances for him. Based on his experience he wrote an article with recommendations for dying and for the relatives.
I do not fully agree with some of these recommendations. The protocol represents pieces of advice of a very whole- hearted, soberminded, well-to-do person of the Western culture. But the most important thing for me is to SPEAK, to verbalize ideas and listen to others people’s thoughts. And this document is about it, this very opportunity of having a talk.

I suggest reading and thinking about what a good death means to you in a comfy atmosphere sitting in an armchair under a warm rug.

Pay attention to a few passages about euthanasia. The author is a Belgian, it explains partly why he speaks about it so openly and categorically. This question doesn’t sound so simple when there is no choice – when there are no hospices with proper medical care.

What is not advisable to talk to Bob? Or to cry? May it be better to grow a tree instead of writing the last will to university? And is it necessary to be close to somebody?

Your thoughts, stories and presentations can be written in feedback after reading A Protocol. I will make a short film, as author’s animation based on the collected stories.

If you want to see this film or to be mentioned in captions or in the Net, please, leave your contacts.

If you want you may be anonymous.
Notes of the editor to the article by S. Eremeeva “Ars Moriendi in the digital epoch "Archeology of Russian Death. 2018, No 6.

*Alice and Bob are symbolic names, often used in articles on Physics (mostly on science fiction), information theory and cryptography for illustration of “strange” quantum effects and work of Net protocols, using the procedure of coding. The debut of Alice and Bob happened in 1978 in the article by computer engineers devoted to the method of coding with an open key." The authors of the article suggested calling a symbolic sender of a coded message A – Alice and a coded receiver B – Bob. Not so many people as agents are understood by a sender and a receiver who exchange information according to a set protocol, first of all, computer programmes themselves. Strictly speaking, Alice and Bob is a symbolic personification of different functional parts of the computer code or kibenoma (names of algorithmic substances). In IT-industry names of Alice and Bob are accepted as symbols, as a part of professional vocabulary.
The project was inspired by a wonderful research article by Svetlana Anatolyevna Eremeeva Bob leaves Alice. Ars Moriendi in the digital epoch. The article was published in 2018 in Archeology of Russian Death magazine (No 6, “Death and Technologies”).
Autor of article: Piter Hitchens
Перевод статьи Питера Хинченса: Анатолий Ализар
Об авторе. Питер Хинченс — бельгийский разработчик, писатель и бывший президент Фонда свободной информационной инфраструктуры, ассоциации, которая борется с софтверными патентами в Европе. Автор более 30 протоколов и распределённых систем, основатель свободного проекта ZeroMQ и проекта Edgenet по созданию полностью безопасной, анонимной глобальной P2P-сети, исполнительный директор и ведущий программист компании iMatrix. Автор книг «Культура и империя: цифровая революция», «Код психопата», «Масштабируемый Си» и др.
Благодарности: Светлана Еремеева
Time for my last article (as it turns out, not really). I could probably write more, yet there are times for everything and after this, my attention will be focused on the most comfortable position for my bed, the schedule for pain killers, and the people around me.

Yesterday I had twelve visitors, including my lovely young children. You'd think it's exhausting, yet the non-stop flow of friends and family was like being in a luxurious hot bath with an infinite supply of fresh water.

I was a disconnected and lonely young man. Somewhat autistic, perhaps. I thought only of work, swimming, my pet cats, work. The notion that people could enjoy my company was alien to me. At least my work, I felt, had value. We wrote code generators in Cobol. I wrote a code editor that staff loved because it worked elegantly and ran on everything. I taught myself C and 8086 assembler and wrote shareware tools. The 1990's slowly happened.

Over time I learned that if you chat with a stranger, in the course of any kind of interaction (like buying a hot dog, or groceries) they'll chat back with a beam of pleasure. Slowly, like a creeping addiction to coffee, this became my drug of choice.

In time it became the basis, and then the goal of my work: to go to strange places and meet new people. I love the conferences because you don't need an excuse. Everyone there wants, and expects, to talk. I rarely talk about technical issues. Read the code, if you want that.

And so I'm proud of my real work, which has been for decades, to talk with people, listen and exchange knowledge, and then synthesize this and share it on with others. Thousands of conversations across Europe, America, Africa, Asia. I'll take whatever credit people want to give me for being creative, brilliant, etc. Yet the models and theories I've shaped and documented are consistently drawn from real-life experience with other people.

Thank you, my friends, for that. When I say "I love you" it's not some gesture. You literally kept me fed, professionally and intellectually.
So I wanted to document one last model, which is how to die, given some upfront knowledge and time. I'm not going to write an RFC this time. :)
I am, finally, so glad I never quit Belgium. This country allows for death on demand, for patients who are terminal or have a bad enough quality of life. It takes three doctors and a psychiatrist, in the second case, and four weeks' waiting period. In the first case, it takes one doctor's opinion.

My dad chose this, and died on Easter Tuesday. Several of us his family were with him. It is a simple and peaceful process. One injection sent him to sleep, into a coma. The second stopped his heart. It was a good way to die, and though I didn't know I was sick then, one I already wanted.

I'm shocked that in 2016 few countries allow this, and enforce the barbaric torture of decay and failure. It's especially relevant for cancer, which is a primary cause of death. Find a moment in your own jurisdiction, if it bans euthanasia, to lobby for the right to die in dignity.
My Feelings on All This
I've never been a fearful person. My last brush with death left me so casual about the whole concept of professional and social risk that I became the predatory character Allen Ding so nicely describes. That calmed down after our Game of Thrones project ended. It was never really me, just the person I became to make things work, in that place and time.

Having had years to prepare for this, and having seen a great many delicate plans come together over those years, leaves me deeply satisfied. Since 2011 I've become an expert pistol shot, taught myself to play piano (and composed many small pieces), seen my children grow into happy, bubbling characters, written three books, coached the ZeroMQ community into serene self-reliability. What more can a Bob ask for?

The staff here are lovely. I've no complaints, only gratitude to all my friends for the years of pleasure you've given me, my drug, which kept me alive and driven.
Thank you! :)
How it Happened
Technically, I have metastasis of bile duct cancer, in both lungs. Since February I've had this dry cough, and been increasingly tired and unfocused on work. In March my Father died and we rushed around arranging that. My cough took a back seat. On April 8 I went to my oncologist to say that I was really not well. She organized a rush CAT scan and blood tests.

On 13 April, a horrific bronchoscopy and biopsies. On 15 April, a PET scan. On 16 April I was meant to drive to Eindhoven to keynote at NextBuild. Instead I went to the emergency room with explosive pains in my side, where they'd done the biopsies. I was checked in and put on antibiotics, which fixed the pain, and on 18 April my oncologist confirmed it was cancer. I'm still here, and my doctors are thinking what chemo to try on me. It is an exotic cancer in Europe with little solid data.

What we do know is that cholangiocarcinoma does not respond well to chemotherapy. Further, that my cancer is aggressive and fast moving. Third, I've already some clusters in other parts of my body. All this is clear and solid data.
So that day I told the world about it, and prepared to die.
Talking to a Dying Person
It can be horribly awkward to talk to a dying person (let's say "Bob"). Here are the main things the other person (let's say "Alice") should not say to Bob:

  • "Hang in there! You must have hope, you must fight!" It's safe to assume that Bob is fighting as hard as possible. And if not, that's entirely Bob's choice.
  • "This is so tragic, I'm so sad, please don't die!" Which my daughter said to me one time. I explained softly that you cannot argue with facts. Death is not an opinion. Being angry or sad at facts is a waste of time.
  • "You can beat this! You never know!" Which is Alice expressing her hope. False hope is not a medicine. A good chemotherapy drug, or a relaxing painkiller, that's medicine.
  • "There's this alternative cure people are talking about," Which gets the ban hammer from me, and happily I only got a few of those. Even if there was a miracle cure, the cost and stress (to others) of seeking it is such a selfish and disproportionate act. With, as we know, lottery-style chances of success. We live, we die.
  • "Read this chapter in the Bible, it'll help you." Which is both rude and offensive, as well as being clumsy and arrogant. If Bob wants religious advice he'll speak to his priest. And if not, just do not go there. It's another ban hammer offense.
  • Engage in slow questioning. This is passive-predatory, asking Bob to respond over and over to small, silly things like "did I wake you?" Bob is unlikely to be a mood for idle chitchat. He either wants people close to him, physically, or interesting stuff (see below).

Above all, do not call and then cry on the phone. If you feel weepy, cut the phone, wait ten minutes, then call back. Tears are fine, yet for Bob, the threat of self-pity looms darker than anything. I've learned to master my emotions yet most Bobs will be vulnerable.

Here are the things that Alice can talk about that will make Bob happy:
  • Stories of old adventures they had together. Remember that time? Oh boy, yes I do… it was awesome!
  • Clinical details. Bob, stuck in his bed, is probably obsessed by the rituals of care, the staff, the medicines, and above all, his disease. I'll come to Bob's duty to share, in a second.
  • Helping Bob with technical details. Sorting out a life is complex and needs many hands and minds.
  • "I bought your book," assuming Bob is an author like me. It may be flattery, or sincere, either way it'll make Bob smile.
Above all, express no emotions except happiness, and don't give Bob new things to deal with.
Bob's Duties
It's not all Alice's work. Bob too has obligations under this protocol. They are, at least:

  • Be happy. This may sound trite yet it's essential. If you are going to be gloomy and depressed, Alice will be miserable every time she talks to you.
  • Obviously, put your affairs in order. I've been expecting death for years now, so had been making myself disposable wherever I could. For family, that is not possible. For work, yes, and over the years I've removed myself as a critical actor from the ZeroMQ community.
  • Remove all stress and cost that you can. For example Belgium permits euthanasia. I've already asked my doctors to prepare for that. (Not yet!, when it's time…) I've asked people to come say goodbye before I die, not after. No funeral. I'll give my remains to the university here, if they want them.
  • Be realistic. Hope is not medicine, as I explained. If you are going to negotiate with your doctors, let it be pragmatic and in everyone's interests. I've told mine they can try whatever experimental chemotherapy they wish to. It's data for them, and the least I can do for a system that's given me five+ years of extra life.
  • Assume the brutal worst. When my oncologist saw my scan she immediately called me and told me, in her opinion, it was cancer. In both lungs, all over the place. I put the phone down, and told the children. The next day I told their schools to expect the worst, then my lawyer, then my notary. Ten days later the biopsies confirmed it. That gave us ten more days of grieving and time to prepare.
  • Be honest and transparent with others. It takes time to grieve and it is far easier to process Bob's death when you can talk about it with Bob. There is no shame in dying, it is not a failure.
Explaining to the Children
My kids are twelve, nine, five. Tragic, etc. etc. Growing up without a father. It is a fact. They will grow up with me in their DNA, on Youtube as endless conference talks, and in writing.

I've explained it to them slowly, and many times over the years, like this. One day, I will be gone. It may be long away, it may be soon. We all die, yes, even you little Gregor. It is part of life.

Imagine you have a box of Lego, and you build a house, and you keep it. And you keep making new houses, and never breaking the old ones. What happens? "The box gets empty, Daddy." Good, yes. And can you make new houses then? "No, not really." So we're like a Lego houses, and when we die our pieces get broken up and put back in the box. We die, and new babies can be born. It is the wheel of life.
But mostly I think seeing their parent happy and relaxed (not due to pain killers), and saying goodbye over weeks feels right. I am so grateful not to have died suddenly. I'm so grateful I won't lose my mind.

And I've taught my children, to swim and bike and skate and shoot. To cook, to travel and to camp. To use technology without fear. At three, Gregor was on Minecraft, keyboard in left hand, mouse in right. At seven, Noemie learned to shoot a pistol. They speak several languages. They are confident and quick learners, like their dad.

And everyone needs to learn what it means to die. It is a core part of being a full human, the embrace of one's mortality. We fight to live, of course. And when it's over, we embrace the end. I'm happy that I can teach this lesson to my children, it is one that I never had.
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Maria Ionova-Gribina
Artist works with photography and other mediums. Her work is based on in-depth research of the different psychological patterns of our society, with the methodology of reconstruction the ordinary life situations. In her projects, she divides society into different groups and categories depends on a topic. For instance: kids with guns, people who are talking about sex, man, who had never had a kid in their life, etc.
photo, 2010-2015
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I remembered my childhood, when my brother and I found a dead mole, bird or beetle, we buried them at the edge of the forest, decorating the graves with flower petals and pebbles. Why did we do that? Probably children’s curiosity, the first study and understanding of mortality.

All animals in this project died naturally or after accidents with cars. The flowers were gathered near the place I found them or in my garden.

I found these dead animals during bicycle rides to the sea in the summer. I wanted to find a way to save them for world of art. They were so unprotected… One or two days more and they would be eaten by worms.
photo, 2017-2018
of death
Those who want can go excursion to the Museum of World Burial Culture, which is called the Museum of death for short and situated on the territory of the complex. Its funds include dozens of thousands of artefacts, connected with the themes of dying, death, mourning, sorrow and burial traditions of different cultures. On the one hand, mourning-entertaining events restore the theme of death having been excluded in the modern sterile world to the rhythm of everyday life of a separate town, washing away special separation between the living and the dead characteristic of the time a few centuries ago. On the other hand, all the ceremonies take place in the estranged paradigm of the show of the modern culture.
The Novosibirsk crematorium was founded in 2003. The Memorial complex with crematorium, columbarium and the Memory Park has a reputation of the cemetry of the XXIth century. There is a free hire of bicycles, a mini-zoo, a children playground, a café, free Wi-Fi. There can be ordered a burial ceremony of any religion and its broadcasting in the Net in the real time format. Relatives of the dead launch white pigeons, there is an opportunity to launch ashes in space.
Photographer from Novosibirsk, lives in Saint Petersburg. In 2017 finished Dock-dock-dock-school of modern photography (curators: Mikhail Domozhilov and Feodora Domozhilova- Kaplan). Participated in Andrei Polikanov Photoworkshop. Finalist of «Young photographers of Russia 2017» contest, winner of «Young photographers of Russia 2018» contest, nominee for Photography Grant, series of projects were published on, «Dear Dad, you are a transformer», Bird in Flight.
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