Moscow and the pandemic, closed cafes, shopping centers, playgrounds fenced with a red ribbon ... Everything where access is prohibited was wrapped in a red and white banning ribbon, before it could only be found in Moscow at a construction site. But now, from this world, wonderful creatures appear, the beginning and birth of a fantasy that has no boundaries. I thought I was drawing a fantasy that suddenly came to me at night, but the project grew and became a ghost of myself.

 

I drew from the memories of Moscow, about the situation I once experienced, this is a personal story that I turned into a myth. It seemed to me that the pandemic itself was a ghost, but the fact that I was drawing a simple fairy tale in which you could open the door.

 

One phrase, like a vision, haunts me: "When the lie closes its arms, there will be no more truth ..." I think this is a kind of prophecy that needs to be remembered by others.