This project is to everyone not indifferent to the Light. To the Light that doesn't have a name, but sometimes we call it so.
It was already 4 months I was living in London, so far from the places where I was born. Many things have changed since I first came here.
Once after a hard day I was walking through evening city and saw a very bright light-sun on the grass. You could watch at it but you could turn away as well.
When you turn back, endless shadows like strings begin to slide on tiles, grass and on each brick of the opposite building. From all the branches, trees and from every passer-by.
This rythm of shadows and light created in me so strong tension that the head automaticly began to go over everything that was happening to me during the last time – quite opposed emotions. Most of all inspiring were not the objects themselves but the boundary between the light and the shadow. And if you turn and face it, all the shadows and all the boundaries just dissappear.
Observing all of this I began drawing in my sketchbook, that became the basis of this 'drawn' collection – by the same strokes and also by the stitches, in 3D, as if they lived among us.
'The most important thing is to give the light, if it becomes dark' (Boris Grebenshikov)
