Did I really see this?
Memories fade, details are forgotten, contours blur. After February 24, time seemed to accelerate. A vast stream of information keeps you away from the place where you actually are. And it becomes difficult to remember what exactly surrounded you.
In this installation, I reconstruct my grandmother’s room from my childhood memories. Gradually, I paint each element of the room white, creating a metaphor of memory as something vulnerable and dynamic. After the full-scale invasion, memory begins to distort personal events, layering one experience over another. Physically destroyed, at times, it turns into a trap of fantastic memories and recollections.