The Skin Around Me

In recent years my world has narrowed to a few routes: around my home, along the sea, and between the same buildings. This is how my protective callus appeared—painful and sensitive, yet necessary. It became my skin.

Living in Odesa during the war has altered my relationship with the city. Familiar places have become both a refuge and a boundary, shaping the rhythm of everyday life.

The surfaces of the city, layers of paint absorbing one another, rewriting reality: concealing what once existed and offering no answer to what will come next. These are everyday landscapes that, through experimental film processes, reflect my inner state: instability, overheating, numbness.

I began to breathe with these places, to live within their rhythm, as if inside a thin shell that both separates me from the world and allows me to remain within it.

Photography becomes a way of looking at these spaces more attentively and oneself.

The project explores how a city where air sirens are sound almost every day continue to shape daily life gradually becomes inseparable from the body and the inner landscape of those who inhabit it.