#CHILDHOOD "...I spent my childhood by the fence of a clothing factory near Moscow. The reinforced-concrete perimeter rose right outside the town's courtyards and stretched off along the river where the factory's waste gushed. I have almost no childhood pictures. That must be the reason for my nostalgia when watching urchins in the suburbs". |
#ADDICTION "...Some of my subject seem sad if not downright depressing to viewers. But they make me calmer — when I can render this sadness in a text or picture, I feel that I have less of it inside". |
#BACK COUNTRY "...At first it was difficult for me as a city boy. We had no restroom in the house, and in the winter one had to run over snow to a wooden john. Without central heating I had to use a stove, feeding it wood, and singed all my fingers on cast-iron lids. The bathhouse left me feeling dirtier than before, and so on. Thinking back on that time, I believe it was the most intense and exciting period of my sobered existence". |
#SICKNESS "...The news was not joyful, but, to be honest, not surprising either. I think I had stopped caring for my life a long time earlier, maybe even before I started shooting with other people's syringes. Later I would know some people who were dying, morally, decomposing from the moment of the diagnosis, long before the physical end. I could never understand them. After all, even without therapy there is a good chance to kick the bucket before immunity takes a fatal plunge". |