My home is my fortress, a part of me, a place where I am safe. I shape thespace, and the space shapes me. But what happens when that space is violated,when the walls that once held warmth and memory are torn apart, breathing warlike a wound?
This works are based on a real apartment in Kyiv that was destroyed by a russian missile. It explores the idea that home is not just a shelter, but a livingextension of itself - a second skin, a body that breathes, remembers, and suffers.When war breaks out, it doesn’t just destroy; it leaves behind scars, fractures, andabsences that alter both space and identity.
The charred walls resemble burnt flesh, the shattered objects are shatteredbones. The apartment, once alive with presence, is now suffocating with emptiness.Yet, even in its destruction, it refuses to disappear. It stands as a witness, holdingthe weight of what was and what remains.
This house, though irretrievably destroyed, lives. It breathes. It remembers. It will not fade.