Futuroarchaic. 2/2024

“My city is old and serene, like an ancient predator, drinking darkness and the waters from the black chalice of the river for centuries. Here, time seeps down like the thick resin of oblivion. It breathes through rusty fences, the heavy dampness of the river, and the bitterness of weeds that curl like secret script upon the skin of the earth. Its joints, bare and scorched by rains, still hold together in austere harmony — like a skeleton preserving eternity. The light in my window is a drop of blood it has spilled for me.”

40×50 cm, pigment print on baryta paper, archival board

Edition: 10 copies (+1 AP).

50,000 RUB / 700 USD

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