The artist literally returns to his ancestral home and explores the processes of severing intergenerational ties and disrupting the continuity of a particular territory. Appeal to the sources is decisive in an attempt to formulate for oneself what is really important for self-identification. This need is especially acute in the era of globalization and ubiquitous spread of "cloud" technologies, when communication with the place is lost, and anyone can try on the role of a nomad.
"I return to the village of Verigino, Tula region, to my grandmother's family home, where I spent my whole childhood. 15 years ago the house was forced to sell. When I came to the village, I saw the overgrown territory of the estate: it turned out that the owner had died, and the house had been in a state of some neglect for several years. But it did not scare me so much, but what happened to the whole village. It was fenced with a wire fence 4 meters high on 3 sides. On the other side of the fence there was a hunting farm, which had rented out the whole area around the village and had bought a part of the village itself. It also started using the territory of the reserved forest.
As it was possible to find out, today the territory is used for rest by a brick factory owner and his high-ranking friends. Behind the fence there are cottages, two helipads and even a hangar with tanks and howitzers. Despite all the measures taken, the village continues to fall into the zone of shelling during hunting. In this connection, the hunting economy tries in every possible way to force the last remaining residents to sell their plots and leave. For example, the road leading to the village was blocked by a fence; residents are limited in movement, are not allowed into the forest and on the pond. The most persistent continue to write numerous complaints, but they remain unanswered. The attempt to "fight against Leviathan" is futile, and people leave their native lands. "
"My position in this project is also a manifestation of weakness. The main object of my enmity is the wire fence. It seems endless: it crosses forests, fields, ponds and streams. Fighting it like a battle with windmills. In an attempt to bypass the entire fence and get into the forest, I walk around the perimeter and return to the starting point. Then I decide to break this isolation, cut the fence wire and make the trees out of it, returning the lost forest to myself. "