01/06/2026
Bending Over Grandma, 155 × 185 cm, oil on canvas, 2025
This work is deeply personal to me.
I completed it not long after my grandmother, Swetlana, died in July 2025. It is based on a photograph where she is maybe 25, having a picnic somewhere with my grandfather and a friend. She is bending over, perhaps to take and peel a fruit or something like that, in the middle of a conversation. It is a very ephemeral moment of life, maybe a second before they all turned toward the sound of the camera.
My grandmother’s death was, and still is, a very big loss for me, especially considering that I was very far away when it happened. My grandma was a very unusual and complex person, and our relationship was never easy. She was an extremely gifted person, a prodigy who seemed perfect at everything, who wrote her doctoral thesis in three months while caring for a newborn. Several people who knew her when she was young told me that she would have achieved far more than my grandfather if they had been asked to place a bet on one of them, and my grandfather was a star surgeon and scientist.
Unfortunately, it is usually women who compromise.
But being this incredibly talented was also her curse. She was so sure that she knew better than anyone else what people should do that she tried to keep control. She was ready to give everything for her child and grandchild, except the freedom to make their own choices and mistakes. As a child, I had to fight for my freedom from a very early age.
But my grandparents, especially together, gave me immeasurable amounts of love. We did so many creative and adventurous things together. We would stage dances, sing songs, go down slopes and fall over, and my grandma would create fun adventure stories out of anything. No one was ever upset that I painted on the wallpaper, and both of them were always telling me that I was clever, beautiful, and talented. I would probably have become a very spoiled child if I had been raised exclusively by them, but I had many different adults with different agendas around me.
This love will always stay with me.
But I never met them, or her, when they were young.
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