«Маленький щенок на своих каблучках цок цок»
Принты, объекты
2023
Инсталляция «Маленький щенок на своих каблучках цок цок» — деликатно выстроенное пространство, обладающее поэтической природой. Созданные образы здесь резонируют друг с другом, пространством и пустотой, создавая возможные визуальные предпосылки для развертывания поэтического тела, пронизанного обоюдным согласием игры с контролем и властью. Это поэтическое тело, подвергнутое запретам, преобразуется в ландшафт с границами, отверстиями, точками и линиями, поверхностями и пустотами, где ощущается разделение на возможное и невозможное. Мечты и тайны этого скованного тела связаны в маленькие узелки истерзанной временем материи. Созданное напряжение здесь не ограничено одним опытом, но множеством. Скрытие очевидных интерпретаций напряжения раскрывает возможность освобождения от тотальной зависимости и уязвимости пределов рассыпающихся фантазий.
Фото: @dariakryl
“Little Puppy on Its Tiny Clickety-Clack Heels”
Digital prints, objects
2023
Installation "Little Puppy on Its Tiny Clickety-Clack Heels" is a delicately crafted space, possessing a poetic nature. Сreated images here resonate with each other, the space, and emptiness, creating potential visual preconditions for the unfolding of a poetic body infused with mutual consent of playing with power and control. This body, subjected to prohibitions, transforms into a landscape with limits, wounds, dots and lines, surfaces and voids, where the division between the possible and the impossible is felt. The tension created here is not confined to a single experience, but rather multiple ones. The dreams and secrets of this bound body are intertwined in tiny knots of time-worn matter. Concealing obvious interpretations of tension reveals the possibility of liberation from total dependency and vulnerability amidst crumbling fantasies.
Photo credit: @dariakryl
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«Я — и рана, и меч. Я — нежный цветок,
проросший сквозь эту сталь»
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‘I am both the wound and the sword. I am a delicate flower that has broken through this steel’
K bye
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‘Shimmering cloud’
This fragile cloud, corroded by the ‘rust of the word’, will never disappear.
Crippled by time, it allows you to play with the perception of space through melancholy, filled with both the past and the present, the volatility of things, the fragility and loss.
Everything falls apart to fall back together
…an endless process.
Photos: @suhanovak
11 — 21 August 2021
@arka_gallery
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My Dear Friend, 2022-2024,
Photographic print on archival paper, vintage frame, found objects
The Mask, 2024
Textile and mixed media, found object
HAUNTED II | Outside
Full project:
www.tctctc.xyz/outside
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“Do gentle butterflies sip melon ice cream before it even melts?”
installation, etching and aquatint on fabric, textile, silk ribbons, metal bells, wax
2026
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*this work is part of the “Uncovering Timelines” show at HGB Leipzig (raum 2.06) @hgbleipzig@klassemediart
12.02 - 15.02
2026
A slightly (very) belated Happy New Year’s wishes. But there’s still the Old New Year ahead, and the Chinese one is around the corner too. Anyway, as my bestie says, “the dead have no use for blowjobs.”
Long story short…
we made it.
Hugs.
♡
Andrei Dmitrenko
“One Wish for Two Friends”
Sculpture, textile, 3D printing, metal,
flower seeds
2025
“One Wish for Two Friends” was created in response to Kirill’s work “Je suis toujours là”, but also as a continuation of my ongoing narrative of absolute, overwhelming melancholy. I aim to evoke corporeality without resorting to a literal depiction of the body. Here, the trace left behind exists in a liminal state, on the border between devotion and loss.
Kirill Mikhailin
“Je suis toujours là”
Peinture, céramique
2025
Kirill’s “Je suis toujours là” is a kind of voyeuristic altar where the keyhole bars the narrative yet lures with its color antagonists. The aura of protection and preservation clashes with the itching inner urge to uncover the secret.
The works were created in dialogue with @kirill_mikhailin as part of the Ex-æquo exhibition.
Venue: @atelierchezkit
November, 2025
Who would have thought I’d be reciting a poem publicly at the Juri Gagarin Observatory?
Yet here we are.
‘Three Hours for the Dog’
An intention to swap the letters—
to form a god, a dog, or, God forbid, something else entirely.
Yet this celestial sphere is already fastened with a lock of limited actions.
If, for a moment, you imagine a hardware store as a sacred place,
— you may catch an asteroid flying by with your bare hands
and bark as fiercely as if you were panting.
In the echo of that wild noise,
I turn my gaze towards something unseen—
Does everything become more intense as this line of sight approaches a person?
And why does the star chart focus on your zodiac sign even though you are late?
As I gaze at the folds of the brightest star in this wrinkled constellation, my mind echoes:
Hurry up and put the leash on! There are only three hours for the dog!
These phrases feel like the skeleton of a text,
slowly gaining weight from speculation.
But how can I wash these very hands
to have even the slightest chance of rising through the air?
And why are you crying?
Well, I would say, ‘A dark one, please,’
and gently place the bottle on the most untouched shelf,
where tiny stars—like coins—
cover everything with slender, silly hints.
And yet this melancholy will never end,
because my dreamy dog has turned into the perfect human,
while I am still going through this shifting place.
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The poem was written by my dear friend Gor’usha in the 1990s. He later passed away from AIDS. I’ve chosen to read this poem three times in a row — as a kind of ritual, or maybe a spell.
*This reading is part of the ‘Gazing at the Stars’ seminar at HGB Leipzig.
Juri Gagarin Sternwarte in Eilenburg.
July 2025
‘The Stickiness of Unreal Memories’
Digital print on PVC banner, object (3D print, pen)
Here, the missing link becomes key to interpretation, allowing something to pour through this void, embracing the stickiness of unreal memories. Would this new construct — formed at the intersection of reality and imagination — be capable of protecting a hidden and fragile narrative?
2025
My work was part of the ‘Terms and Conditions — Policing Images’ project at HGB Leipzig, in cooperation with the Harun Farocki Institut, Berlin.
