central asia journey
Central Asia for me was a kind of dreamlike land. My mom is from Samarkand from birth - her stories about cotton are stuck in my memory - the way she picked it, and how it seemed like an exotic plant - you would harvest it and it would be like cotton wool in your hands. In addition, at home we had several blue painted little plates from Samarkand.
Little plates and cotton are two of my clearest associations from childhood. During my studies in the art history department at Moscow State University, the unbelievable beauty of architecture overlapped with these things.
Many years passed by, and this grew into a project that I am dedicating to my mom.
