Abkhazia is an unrecognized small country. It is located on the Black Sea coast. In 1992-1993, after the collapse of the USSR, Abkhazia fought with Georgia for independence. 20 years after this war, this territory is still disputed. This country is not on the map, but in fact it exists. A symbol of lost time, a lost generation, a lost country - stairs or a staircase to nowhere. The staircase is what remains of the house after the destruction.

Solaris is a reference to the ocean from Lem's book and Tarkovsky's film. Themes I have been exploring since 2009 are absence and timelessness. Speaking about the absence of times, I think about the Great Ocean, about the Forest, about Cities abandoned by people, about the Prehistoric Era and the after the Era of Humanity. Looking at these frames, we cannot always say exactly when they were taken - before people appeared on our planet or after their disappearance.

Exhibition in the theater courtyard. The main characters are builders who restored the Abkhaz drama theater. I worked with them as a stucco and painting restorer. My goal was to demonstrate manual labor in the era of digitalization. I decided to give portraits to builders. I came to the theater courtyard in the morning and hung photographs on the scaffolding. Men came to the workplace, saw the exhibition and became its spectators. During the day they took their portraits as souvenirs.

Timelessness is a project about abandoned cities where people do not live. They're long gone, but they're still here. Here are their personal items, clothes, furniture, family photographs, books. 20 years after the people left, these things are still there. The windows are broken and through them you can see the new owners of these places. They have always been here. These are mountains.

I Can Fly is a collage of painting and analogue photography. Flying people are parkour athletes. They jump from rooftops and fly for several seconds. If you catch the moment, it seems as if they are flying through the air, not falling down. It is a soul's dream to be able to fly.

We were born when pictures in photo albums were important for every family. Nowadays everyone has a camera in his pocket phone and we not only take it on trips. There are thousands of pictures on smartphones. Every trip is documented: our every day, the subway ride, food, pets, our face, our actions. What is difficult to remember is that we convert into pictures to save every moment. Sometimes our gadgets break, leaving us only small fragments of memories as multiplying copies of reality. The further the memories, the more the copy differs from the original. If you lose evidence of presence (photo), then the memory is distorted and becomes a simulacrum.

The world around us is like a copy of reality, like lost photos. That is just imaginations of reality. Each of us lives in the space that he imagines, sees or thinks that he sees.