Out, but not arrived. India

A few years ago, my exhibition "Out, but not arrived" with the French artist Catherine Scherrer opened at the Iragui Gallery in Moscow.

At that time I had no idea that the exhibition dedicated to refugees would turn out to be prophetic for me.

Now I have been "Out, but not arrived" for almost a year.

India is the 13 th country I've been to.

For obvious reasons, my journey is not entirely voluntary.

But I have no sense of being disconnected from home, for my home is my work.

I build them "brick by brick" by surrounding myself with these walls.

And it doesn't matter where I am in the world.

Because I carry my memories with me, they are simultaneously a sanctuary, scrolls, prayer carpet and mystic safeguard. It is a screen protecting from the contingencies of the environment and at the same time a screen chronicling the artist’s impressions and emotions. It is both a fairground show booth and a tent giving shelter to a traveler from heat or cold.

The elements of my "architextile" curtains have two sides. The front one is for the public while the reverse is the sacred one. It is not by chance that the artist shows the public the inner side of her works but is unable to decide for herself which side is more important. This may be a bifurcation point, where alternative history starts.