IN SEARCH OF THE EIGHTH BUILDING
2021 - 2025
The eighth is the number of the building where the day department of the regional psychoneurological hospital is located. In september 2020 I made an appointment with the head of the department to confirm the diagnosis, walked around the territory for a long time looking for the right building and a name for the project came to mind
Idea and method:
recall emotionally charged and haunting situations from childhood and adolescence
recreate images, objects and spaces in reality in as much detail as possible, be alone with them in a safe space, feel the emotions and states that arise, and critically comprehend this experience
the visual language reflects the vividness, absurdity and obsession of memories and introjects, the dry and unpoetic text describes the author's detached position and balances the visual overload of images
My first kiss - I'm 7 years old, it's winter and dark outside, the three of us are sitting in a snow cave under the windows of the dorm
A dream that has haunted me all my life - something black, threatening, uneven, crunchy, strange, unrecognizable, without shape, size or name, telling me nothing and not trying to describe itself. I just feel it, I don’t understand what it is and I’m scared. I called it a ‘black rag’
In the dorm where we lived there was a long dark corridor. At the end of the corridor there was a door to the next building that was always closed
In the room opposite, there lived a schizophrenic Rita. She often went to a mental hospital, then came back. One day she caught me in an empty corridor. I pressed myself against the wall, and she stood very close to me and screamed. She had a short haircut, I don’t remember her face
I wanted to buy a book about horses and stole my father's travel allowance of 25 rubles. My friend Natasha said that she would tell my parents everything
I was visiting my grandmother, climbed into my aunt's closet and dropped a large, hard-to-find cosmetic set. My grandmother told my aunt that she was the one who broke the set
I was visiting my grandmother and my aunt was getting ready to go somewhere. She was standing in the hallway, she had no panties on and was wearing nylon tights and I saw cotton wool between her legs
I went to visit my grandparents and spent the evenings reading detective stories in beautiful covers, `The Story of O` and `Emmanuelle`
One day my aunt told my grandmother that she was going to throw herself under a train. My grandmother went to the station, ran along the tracks and looked for the body of my aunt, who was sitting at an exam at the time
I couldn't love my aunt, but I loved to sniff her dried nail polish and rotten lipstick
I was walking along the road with my friend Natasha, and she suddenly grabbed my hand and made a "nettle." I was sitting on a bench with my friend Katya, and she suddenly grabbed my nose and said "Let me squeeze out your blackheads" I was standing next to my friend Rita, and she suddenly breathed in my face and asked "Do you feel like I've been smoking?" I walked up to my group standing in front of the auditorium, and everyone laughed. I was standing on the street with my friend Sveta, and she said "Your foundation is not on properly, it's so visible" I was sitting in the kitchen with my friend Masha, and she asked "What are you wearing?"
For many years I dreamed of stairwells and landings scattered along the walls of the entrance and unconnected with each other
I took off my glasses before going to bed and in the darkness I stopped understanding the distances around me. It was as if I was in nowhere, afraid to open my eyes and see the face in front of me
My family and I were visiting Siberia, the adults were drinking vodka and the kids were sent to bed. There were earwigs under the blanket and I didn't know what to do
I really wanted to be like Lilya from the village, where I lived every summer with my grandparents. She rode a motorcycle with Andrey Khlyzov, with whom all the girls were in love. I wore the same pants as hers, Jacksons, a white jacket, did my hair up, tied my ponytail with a white bow and painted smoky eyes. I hated her
Every week the Jacksons would tear at the sides and had to be sewn up
I went with my class to spend the night at Lake Zyuratkul, but returned home because it was raining. The house was tidy, quiet and fresh, the balcony was open, the lights were on everywhere. Everyone went to the station to meet the Siberians and when they came back, they seemed pleasantly surprised to see me
Aunt Larisa from Sverdlovsk came to visit us and our whole family went for a walk to the pond. No one noticed that my eyebrows were shaved
At 13, I went to St. Petersburg with my class for the holidays. The shower in the dorm where we were housed was like a huge concrete enclosure without cabins with shower heads under the ceiling. I didn’t wash for a week and a half and had to put my panties on inside out. On the way back on the train, I couldn’t move my arms — my armpits were stuck together and it was very painful
At 13, I went to St. Petersburg with my class for the holidays. On December 31, we bought a bottle of green liqueur at a kiosk in the hall of the dorm where we were housed. I threw up all night on the floor of the toilet and screamed that I loved Dimka Kuznetsov. The next morning, everyone thought I was joking
One day, my class teacher Marina Vyacheslavovna confidentially told me that my classmates' parents call me a witch
My classmates, my homeroom teacher Marina Vyacheslavovna and I were celebrating the New Year following the St. Petersburg one and playing spin the bottle. I spun the bottle and it pointed at Dimka Kuznetsov. He stood up, pushed my bangs off my pimply forehead, kissed it and sat back down
After some time, Marina Vyacheslavovna was pregnant and was going on maternity leave, and rumors were circulating around the school that the child was from a student in her class
My father knocked down the latch on the door to the room where I had locked myself in and yelled, “It would have been better if you had been born normal!”
My friend Raya said that my orange coat and flared trousers were not to be worn because they were not understood in our city. Raya went to college with a handbag, which she stuffed with newspapers so that it would be the right shape
I went with a group to the funeral of a classmate who drowned in a pond. We stood outside his building and then went to the stadium. We sat in the empty stands, Yulia Saburova was wearing a lace mourning scarf and her lips were painted red, she was eating dumplings brought by someone and laughing loudly
Some people convinced me that their well-being was in my hands
Father always looked through the crack in the door and watched what was going on in the room
After college, I spent a couple of years sitting in the kitchen in a chair in front of the TV. I knitted huge skirt-bedspreads, leafed through Avon catalogs, listened to music, watched movies and looked out the window
̶L̶o̶r̶d̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ a̶w̶a̶y̶ t̶h̶e̶ b̶e̶s̶t̶ Lord takes away all sorts
The diagnosis and pharma pulled my head out of my ass