Inkjet on Blueback paper, 90 x 110 cm
Location of print:
Ulitsa Kazanskaya 102, Astrakhan, Russia
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Tiny little fish were dancing on the ice before his feet when we approached Viktor Mikhailovich. They are for the cat, he said as he pulled them out of the ice hole one by one, holding the cord in his bare hands. The soft, warm and tender voice came unexpectedly and I was glad to have made another play against the fear of speaking to a stranger. He had survived Afghanistan in 1979 and it seemed like he was sitting on the river since. “I was born on the Volga and I’ll probably die on the Volga.” It was minus thirty degrees and beneath us the stream.