I came into this world with an open mind and was told who I was...
And then I decided to find out who I really am.
And then I decided to find out who I really am.
My creative practice began with a feeling.
But what kind of feeling is it?
How do you describe something that arrives as naturally as a first breath, something that simply exists as a continuation of yourself? Something that never asks to be explained, but has always been there.
When I was a child, I drew whenever I had the chance. If I heard music, I danced. If I saw something beautiful, like a vivid sunset, I dreamed. It wasn't something I chose to do. It was simply an extension of who I was.
As I grew older, I gradually lost that feeling.
We grow into adulthood surrounded by masks. We wear them, replace them, become accustomed to them, until little by little we forget who we are beneath them.
In time, I forgot that feeling.
It remained suspended somewhere beyond my reach, while I found myself separated from it, enclosed, and lost.
Yet a fragile thread still connected us.
Over time, our roles changed.
I became the continuation of that feeling.
I reached toward it in order to remember who I was, to understand what I truly felt and what I truly wanted. It became the quiet force leading me forward.
Following it, almost as if answering a call, I returned to creating.
Because there was no other way.
Because through making art, I slowly began remembering myself again, as though waking from a long forgetting.
My images are expressions of feelings I once lost.
The strange thing is that I often recognize those feelings only later, as if the work remembers them before I do.
Whether I create a photograph, a drawing, a dance, or something shaped by hand, the work eventually tells me something about myself that I could not have put into words.
My images repeat that same search.
Sometimes they appear as an empty landscape asking a silent question.
Sometimes as eyes looking back through the surface of a canvas.
Sometimes as restless figures reaching with everything they have toward something they cannot yet name.
That feeling cannot be contained within a single word.
It is like music.
At times quiet.
At times overwhelming.
At times breaking its own rhythm.
At times gently carrying us forward.
Never static.
Never predictable.
I don't think it can be explained.
Perhaps it shouldn't be.
Because it is the thing that gives meaning to my existence.
It is the reason I create.
It could not be otherwise.
And yet...
What is this feeling?
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Exhibitions
2016
•Personal exhibition In someone else, Loft project Etagi, Saint Petersburg, Russia
2017
•Best of Russia, The Manege, Central Exhibition Hall, Saint Petersburg, Russia
•NordArt, Budelsdorf, Germany
2019
•What lies beneath, Contact gallery, Toronto, Canada
2020
•Broken reality, Contact Photo Festival, Toronto, Canada
2021
•NordArt, Budelsdorf, Germany
2025
•Digital Art Takeover of the National Library, Romania in Bucharest
•Personal exhibition In someone else, Loft project Etagi, Saint Petersburg, Russia
2017
•Best of Russia, The Manege, Central Exhibition Hall, Saint Petersburg, Russia
•NordArt, Budelsdorf, Germany
2019
•What lies beneath, Contact gallery, Toronto, Canada
2020
•Broken reality, Contact Photo Festival, Toronto, Canada
2021
•NordArt, Budelsdorf, Germany
2025
•Digital Art Takeover of the National Library, Romania in Bucharest
Collaborations, competitions, awards
2023
•Portrait photography course mentor, Academic Photography School, St. Petersburg, Russia
•Portrait photography course mentor, Academic Photography School, St. Petersburg, Russia
2019-…
•Book covers in Russia and Europe
•Book covers in Russia and Europe
2018-…
•Ambassador 500px.com
•Articles for 500px.com
•Ambassador 500px.com
•Articles for 500px.com
2017-…
•Winner Best of Russia 2016, NordArt 2017, 2021
•Winner Best of Russia 2016, NordArt 2017, 2021