15х20 cm
Artist book, 2023
The big city rhythm is unnatural for me. Sometimes sounds build up in the body, humming with unexplained anxiety. Silence is an essential need and a subtle deficiency. It just doesn’t exist in the city, the noise is everywhere, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet.
The language of war has remained almost left the same over the past hundred years. Just as in the poetry of Geo Shkurupiy, where urban and wartime sounds intertwine, in our reality, the rumble of ordinary garbage trucks can resemble explosions, and the roar of speeding motorcycles first brings to mind a kamikaze drone. In a situation of constant danger, the brain switches to seeking out sounds that may pose a threat.
We experience a split reality. The altered life landscape is filled with scenes from the news, the sounds of sirens and air defense systems; filled with the stories of people who fled from shelling, those who remained on the front lines, those who fought, and those who volunteered. Alongside the war, normal everyday life still exists, and one can even get used to fear and danger.
