Every time when I leave France to go see my family in Russia I have a feeling I am changing worlds, not continents. So big and perceptible is the difference. After thirty hours of travel via the airports of Paris, Moscow and finally Vladivostok, my urban memory and the images of the City of Lights give way to the emerging childhood memories of home. Each year I spend several weeks in our family house where I grew up, in the village lost in the Siberian jungle. Over the years, the house started to resemble that of Baba Yaga, a character from Russian fairy tales, a witch who kidnaps and eats children. It is especially true when a mysterious light animates the obscure night. I realized that I am no longer afraid of the witch. Her magic territory is now being occupied by two baby girls, my nieces, who have been recently born.
Exhibitions:
- "The House of Baba Yaga" - Park Pablo Neruda, Sainte Genevieve des Bois, 30 April - 4 July 2010
- "The House of Baba Yaga" - Paris Photo, Carrousel du Louvre, Paris, 13 - 16 November 2008
Press:
-SFR Young Talents Magazine n5, "Conte de fees", December 2008, Jean-Baptiste Bernard
- Shot, "La Maison de Baba Yaga", November - December 2008
