This topic has always been sensitive in my family. My great-grandfather’s home was destroyed twice during dekulakization — the Soviet campaign of political repression. My family was forced to move twice: the first time when I was three, after the 1998 Russian financial crisis, and the second time in 2019, right before the pandemic. I moved myself in March 2022.
The ongoing project explores different edges of feeling at home, losing home, and trying to find one. I interviewed my friends from Russia and Ukraine, most of whom moved after the start of the war, and captured them in their current apartments abroad with the objects that help create the ephemeral sensation of being at home. In the end, the objects turned out to be just a thread that helped untangle something deeper and much more complex.
The aim of Dom is not to compare the stories, but to delve into the definition of home and its multiple layers and find answers to the questions that have remained central within me since my childhood — and now, have become even more crucial.