Things, so familiar, that even seem to be “inherited”, the links to my personal past, got frozen though seem to begin thawing.

What about playing “hide-and-seek” with mammoths of the Ice Age to find ourselves out there?
Playing the same game with ourselves brings us dangerously close to that. Both natural and economical threats are rather indicative.
I tried, “freezing” traces of my own experience as well as objects of my personal surrounding, to create an opportunity of wondering and feeling both uncertainty and fragility of existence itself.

All the objects of this somewhat absurd interior are related functionally, though consciously separated “geographically”, aesthetically or by periods of time (controversial supposition of “Danish” and” Russian” in this particular case): iconic lamp by Poul Henningsen, oil lantern of 19th century from Sweden, completely unattractive though familiar Soviet kitchen table from 80-ies, etc.
It has nothing to do with some strive to “stylize” Soviet household. On the contrary, I tried to “re-create” interior of my existence by knitting different things into a view of a search of the whole of my lifescape. The result is walking the edge between personal experience and historical generalization.