Memory of Pamir, multimedia installation in the BWA Kielce Gallery, November / December of the 2022
In an instant, I felt what loneliness is all about.
Standing amid the Central Asian steppe, the horizon is closed by the Pamir range.
The overwhelming emptiness of the plain, the Burana tower's monolith, and the mountains' majesty.
On the one hand, I feel the warmth of a May afternoon, the one that burns the grass to a grayish-silver color, and on the other, the harshness, the poignant chill of the still snow-capped peaks. The softness of the waving grasses in which I stand up to my knees. An almost unreal image, like a monumental projection of a wall of mountains.
Standing amid the Central Asian steppe, the horizon is closed by the Pamir range.
The overwhelming emptiness of the plain, the Burana tower's monolith, and the mountains' majesty.
On the one hand, I feel the warmth of a May afternoon, the one that burns the grass to a grayish-silver color, and on the other, the harshness, the poignant chill of the still snow-capped peaks. The softness of the waving grasses in which I stand up to my knees. An almost unreal image, like a monumental projection of a wall of mountains.
Behind them, or above them, there are only the Himalayas - the vault of the Earth. This image, this sensation, is still alive in me.
Tokmok (Kyrgyzstan), 2019