Kyiv . Ya Gallery Art Center

Hidden Vegetation

Sergei Degtiaryov

20.02.2013 – 11.03.2013

Sergei Degtiaryov

This project is about love for homeland. It is not about Ukraine or Russia. it is about the homeland beyond politics, religion, societal life. That is the essence of life, the reality itself. Here is love for the land, objects and everything that grew into it or that it gave birth to, like myself. Love for the moment lived in this place, here and now.

Exhibition Kyiv Ya Gallery Art Center

Vegetation. Quiet Life of a Wasteland...

Today we speak of vacuum, where past morality ended up in. But there are things that grow into this emptiness...

...I am not guilty that I organically grew into rusted constructs, disabled mechanisms, abandoned places. A civilized person, that I am, is uncontrollably drawn to these disgusting decaying old rags... I am not guilty, nor are those that love unrequitedly, not for some traits, but in spite of them... Childhood impressions usually influence what the person grows up to be... We remember the smells of air and earth, rotting grass, how times of the year smell differently... In my memory are also imprinted the smells of coal furnace and wet rust, sulphur smell from terricones, factory emissions' poisonous fumes. They became world's greatest perfumes for me, and barracks and khrushchevkas - architecture of wondrous beauty...

People walk by and don't see what's close - hidden vegetation growing through us. Either memory, or conscience. There is a quality to a man that doesn't allow him to become overgrown like an abandoned garden, and old soil will definitely give sprouts, shoots that will carry its memory further.

Aleksey Tolstoy wrote in his letter to Korney Chukovsky: "I don't know if you feel with such piercing sharpness what is homeland, your own sun over the roof? We must still be very primitive and there is still a lot of vegetation in us, and it is good, without it we would be just allegories. Though our roof is poor, we are alive under it".

This project is about love for homeland. It is not about Ukraine or Russia. it is about the homeland beyond politics, religion, societal life. That is the essence of life, the reality itself. Here is love for the land, objects and everything that grew into it or that it gave birth to, like myself. Love for the moment lived in this place, here and now.

They say that what was created by man doesn't concern nature. This rule works until nature starts to transform these creations. They are ennobled, rusted, become a symbiotic continuation of the live, fuse with it completely. This is harmony.

...This is the nature I saw in childhood. Then, later in life, I encountered beautiful forests without armature sticking from the ground. And streams that you can just drink from, not being scared of them turning out to be drains from a cooling pool. I didn't know such places when I was a child. I dug up rusted iron fragments twenty centimeters deep, sincerely believing that I found metal and a mine should be built. I was surprised at your planet's riches: I found pieces of linoleum, and accumulator lead and some bottles... An orphaned space, incredibly rich, and therefore unbearably poor...

It is all a wasteland, and in it - out hidden vegetation... From it, through sweet memory and pain, a live soul grows.

Sergei Degtiaryov

Author

Sergiy Degtyarev was born in 1986, in Donetsk.

In 2006 he graduated from Donetsk Art School, аnd in 2012 – from the National Academy of Fine Arts and Architecture.

Since 2005, the artist is the author and the participant of personal and collective projects.

He lives and works in Kyiv.

Author's exhibitions
25.11.2015 – 21.12.2015
Exhibition Kyiv Ya Gallery Art Center