MAYANA NASYBULLOVA

Reflecting on remoteness and unequal resources, sometimes we all fall into despondency. But often, this is merely a matter of perception, stemming from the fact that in centralized states, like ours, everything, including art, is measured by the capital or capitals. Therefore, it might seem that again and again, nothing is happening.

It feels so intense that it can become a barrier between you and the nature of the place where you succumb to melancholy. This despair is so strong that it seems capable of reversing rains, rivers, and winds. And it’s precisely the feeling of emptiness that incites the creation of something individual, distinct, or connected to other contexts.
My installation is a kind of celebration of powerlessness, behind which lie nourishing rains.