Stones & Drops
Tracing paper, metal, fishing line, glue

This work was made at the UDAR residency in the Borovsk prison castle.
The former royal prison of the city became the venue of the residency and exhibition. In the Soviet years, the chambers were used to house staff of the Udarnik factory. There was a moment when the residents had already settled in the apartments, and the prisoners were just being taken out. Since the beginning of the 2000s no one lives there.
When we arrived at the prison castle, each of the artists was able to choose some parts of this place for an artwork. I chose a cell on the ground floor with an entrance to а cellar, which was blocked by a pile of stones. According to floorplans there was once a torture chamber.
I decided to focus on the specifics of this place, also weaving the topic with the context of the current repressions in Russia.


Light pervades each prison cell: a pleasant, warm light.
Sharp. Cutting light.

It must be day already?

The footsteps are heavy, shuffling.
The corridor is short, but we are walking for an agonizingly long time.

We're coming. First time doesn't feel so tangible. Is it just the middle or the beginning? Or is it near the end?
The consciousness expands, grows into new skin and constantly discards it. Deafening heartbeat in the steps.

We enter, very scared. I want to break out, but the first time has already passed.

Everything is passed in the forgotten minute.