MY EXTINCT SPECIES
My Extinct Species’ series presented at Cosmoscow fair,
Moscow, Russia, 2020
‘My Extinct Species’ series, created during the pandemic, addresses the theme of everyday loneliness and existential isolation, when you experience a lack of human touch.
I spent four months at my parents' house, surrounded by the wild nature of Yakutia, separated from my loved ones. But as time passed, I realized that all the lovers and all the attachments that I considered to be a harmonious part of myself, were pulling away from me, were no longer tangible.
I sewed many anthropomorphic figures, stroking them in the process of creation and saying goodbye to my objects of affection in this way. I gave them all names in the Yakut language and placed them
in glass boxes like in a zoological museum.
My Extinct Species’ series presented at Cosmoscow fair,
Moscow, Russia, 2020
‘My Extinct Species’ series, created during the pandemic, addresses the theme of everyday loneliness and existential isolation, when you experience a lack of human touch.
I spent four months at my parents' house, surrounded by the wild nature of Yakutia, separated from my loved ones. But as time passed, I realized that all the lovers and all the attachments that I considered to be a harmonious part of myself, were pulling away from me, were no longer tangible.
I sewed many anthropomorphic figures, stroking them in the process of creation and saying goodbye to my objects of affection in this way. I gave them all names in the Yakut language and placed them
in glass boxes like in a zoological museum.
Installation view of the booth, Cosmoscow, 2020
From left to right: “Beguos”, fabric, glass, 39x25x8cm, “Myndyr ei”, fabric, embroidery, glass,
42,5 x 30 x 12,5cm, “Tuluurdaakh”, 45 x 30 x 12,5 cm, 2020
42,5 x 30 x 12,5cm, “Tuluurdaakh”, 45 x 30 x 12,5 cm, 2020
Sketch for "My Extinct Species" series
I'm given a body — what to do with it?
It is so unique and so much my own.
For the quiet happiness to breathe and live,
Tell me, to whom shall I give my thanks?
I am the gardener and the flower too,
In the world's dungeon I am not alone.
My breath, my warmth lay already down
On the window glass of eternity.
The pattern will be imprinted there
Unrecognizable from recent times.
Let the instant mud be flown away —
The cherished pattern will be not erased.
It is so unique and so much my own.
For the quiet happiness to breathe and live,
Tell me, to whom shall I give my thanks?
I am the gardener and the flower too,
In the world's dungeon I am not alone.
My breath, my warmth lay already down
On the window glass of eternity.
The pattern will be imprinted there
Unrecognizable from recent times.
Let the instant mud be flown away —
The cherished pattern will be not erased.
Osip Mandelstam