With my burned hand I write about the nature of fire
September 2025A dead pigeon becomes a portal to fragility and grief, highlighting inherent identity fracture, marking one as other. Through organicity, sound, and performance, I wanted to probe the porous boundaries between life and death, affiliation and exile, personal and collective mourning. With grief, I seek to reconcile and forgive, transforming it into an act of resilience and care through visibility.
The video performance was done during As We Grow program in Svetova1, curated by the Party Office in September 2025.