Eurasian Cultural Alliance Public Association
Republic of Kazakhstan, Almaty
Nurmakov str, 79
For all inquires please contact vladislavsludskiy@gmail.com
Republic of Kazakhstan, Almaty
Nurmakov str, 79
For all inquires please contact vladislavsludskiy@gmail.com
LOVE, DEATH, AND A LOAF OF BREAD
VIOLETTA BOGDANOVA
VIOLETTA BOGDANOVA
27 FEBRUARY, 2025 - 20 MARCH, 2025
Egin Art Space
Egin Art Space
Each work here comes with a small text — some people struggle without descriptions.
If you don’t struggle — better not read. Put this sheet aside.
What I think about my work usually changes over the years. And sometimes, I might not see what you see in it.
Anyway, here are three things that have been on my mind over the past few years: love, death, and sleep.
I. LOVE
"EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL…"
video, 21 min, 2024
A poetic video art piece about unrequited love.
In the video, I read my love letters to Him—sometimes with irony, sometimes with raw sincerity. I reflect on fading youthful beauty and the unbearable longing for unconditional, expect-nothing love.
Don’t skip the subtitles.
The video will soon be available on YouTube—just search for the title.
If you don’t struggle — better not read. Put this sheet aside.
What I think about my work usually changes over the years. And sometimes, I might not see what you see in it.
Anyway, here are three things that have been on my mind over the past few years: love, death, and sleep.
I. LOVE
"EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL…"
video, 21 min, 2024
A poetic video art piece about unrequited love.
In the video, I read my love letters to Him—sometimes with irony, sometimes with raw sincerity. I reflect on fading youthful beauty and the unbearable longing for unconditional, expect-nothing love.
Don’t skip the subtitles.
The video will soon be available on YouTube—just search for the title.
II. DEATH
"KIND REMINDER"
installation, 2025
nothing is eternal
we all wither
but that only makes
life’s
every
moment
richer
Knowing about death and truly realizing that you will die are two different things. The awareness of death, the constant reminder of it, brings me to a state of ecstatic happiness—from simply existing, from the fact that my eyes see, my hands touch, and my nose smells. It amazes me that I—whatever that means—even if temporarily, have contact with the world.
It feels like absolute freedom in my head. Nothing is scary, everything is possible, every day is a gift.
After the exhibition, the slab will be moved to a random spot in the steppe. Who knows how many years it will remain a fiction, how many people will stumble upon it, whether it will become an archaeological artifact in a thousand years.
"KIND REMINDER"
installation, 2025
nothing is eternal
we all wither
but that only makes
life’s
every
moment
richer
Knowing about death and truly realizing that you will die are two different things. The awareness of death, the constant reminder of it, brings me to a state of ecstatic happiness—from simply existing, from the fact that my eyes see, my hands touch, and my nose smells. It amazes me that I—whatever that means—even if temporarily, have contact with the world.
It feels like absolute freedom in my head. Nothing is scary, everything is possible, every day is a gift.
After the exhibition, the slab will be moved to a random spot in the steppe. Who knows how many years it will remain a fiction, how many people will stumble upon it, whether it will become an archaeological artifact in a thousand years.
III. A LOAF OF BREAD
"Peaceful Sleep and a Bright, Clear Morning"
installation, 2025
I often struggle to fall asleep. Sometimes, thoughts won’t let me. To drown them out, I repeat the phrase "peaceful sleep and a bright, clear morning"—sometimes it helps.
One night before bed, I felt loneliness. Not romantic loneliness, not the lack of social interaction, but childhood loneliness, the “where is my mom?” kind of loneliness. That’s when I envisioned this loaf of bread.
"Peaceful Sleep and a Bright, Clear Morning"
installation, 2025
I often struggle to fall asleep. Sometimes, thoughts won’t let me. To drown them out, I repeat the phrase "peaceful sleep and a bright, clear morning"—sometimes it helps.
One night before bed, I felt loneliness. Not romantic loneliness, not the lack of social interaction, but childhood loneliness, the “where is my mom?” kind of loneliness. That’s when I envisioned this loaf of bread.
