Valeriia Mirhorodchenko

From the very first stories of mankind, we have bordered on different worlds. Either the gods of Olympus, the devils of hell or mythical dragons. And we always differed from them in some way, but at the same time we were similar. After all, the gods were not always exalted, but not all people are greedy. This line, where is it?

Reading the myths of different nations and examining generally accepted facts, one can understand that what unites us is love, in its various manifestations. After all, you can love in different ways: to love with desire, to love blindly, to love like a child or a parent. But another facet is the lack of love. Many heroes, from her absence, went to desperate actions, some didn’t care where the line of life and death was. Everyone acted as he wanted and it depended on how much love he received or carries in himself.

After all, Poseidon was greedy for power and women. And Nuiva, from Chinese mythology, because of loneliness created the human race from clay. In the Slavonic world, Morana, always persecuted, wandered because she brought not only winter but also death, therefore she could not find a response in the hearts of people.

Each of us is fighting for something of our own, something personal. And that personal is love. Someone misses her, and because of this she goes crazy. Someone had so much of it that he became blind. Someone has not seen it and takes away from others the opportunity to receive it. And there is love in their every action. As strange and unbridled as life itself.

War is aggression; aggression is an action; aggressive action leads to destruction, wounds, deaths, and pain in general; after which deep wounds become painful scars on the whole body and heart.

This panel is a projection and my sublimation of emotional and physical states during the period of the first months of the beginning of the war. The devouring hell of the war took away the sky from us and brought a horde of devils to our landscapes, which like locusts swallowed up a part of our land and with it childhood, youth, and life. At the same time, everyone lost not only something personal, but also something social, and the heart is not enough to survive this grief and all these emotions - sadness, despair, hatred, pain, compassion, powerlessness, fear.

The explosion of fireworks is always good, and the explosion of a phosphorous bomb…. Here in the tapestry there is an incredibly colorful sky, flowers and what killed it all. The tapestry focuses on only 1 situation out of millions, personifying all those sufferings in a collage image.

As for the question, why exactly such a combination of techniques? collage and tapestry - for me, a tapestry is a kind of old book - because it is not made in 1-2 days, or even a week, it takes months of daily work - which means that when I made this project, I invested not only my time and energy, but and thoughts and feelings about it. It is like a diary, and each new thread is a word. The collage is those fleeting small but personal stories against the background of a large-scale war.