MEMORIES IN RED
SPRING IN JAPAN
EXHIBITIONS / AWARDS
That day turned my life upside down. The day I lost my sister. She was not well for a while, and we expected her departure, but I never imagined this event will leave such profound effect. For a while I forgot who I am, I even couldn't spell my name correctly. Had to learn how to live my life, from the very beginning.
I saved few mementos from that horrible day.
"Sketches." My hand drawn them without my knowledge, and I have no recollection of doing so. But here it is, frame by frame, hour after hour, person after person. On a page.
Here it is: me, sitting on the floor of the apartment building corridor, crashed by terrible news I had to discover by myself. Why me again?
Another square: my niece, making her way down the corridor, stunned by the news, not believing it's happening.
People, faces, police officer trying to make a small talk to keep me sane. Firefighters, how many of them, and how quickly they came, and how appropriate they were trying to support me with the kind words. Those huge boys in a heavy gear, trained to save lives, not to witness the end of it. When it became clear that nothing could be done, they all got quiet at once and became invisible, in respect of others' pain.
"Citation ticket." Nice police officer St. Balmy run downstairs by himself, found my car and put it on my car's windshield, with the "Do not cite. All day." note.
"All day." I couldn't stay there all day, was too hard to handle, had to be away as soon and as far as possible.
"The address." I am still avoiding this place, making a huge circles bypassing it while driving through the city. 5 streets plus.
THE DAY is the second part of collection of images (NUMBERS, THE DAY, FLOWERS) dedicated to the memory of my late sister Irina.
Consisted of 5 silver gelatin prints, on 8"x10" fiber paper.
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