Inkjet on Blueback paper, 90 x 110 cm
Location of print:
Ulitsa Pushkina 203, Samara, Russia
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Grigory and his friend were preparing for the hunt when I stopped in the woods, looking for a place to take a break. I had seen water flashing through the trees.
We’re poachers, the one-eyed man introduced himself with a devilish grin. He was carving thin, long, straight poles from tree trunks, attaching three-pronged metal spikes to each of them. Then I watched him, a giant, wading lightly across the water, stalking gracefully like a heron, only to strike his prey with a swiftness I had never seen before.
I think of him every time I am harpooning a pickle out of a jar with my fork.