Our Island
"Our Island" project in progress is my personal story where, through my memories, I try to understand my relationship with a close person.
"Our Island" project in progress is my personal story where, through my memories, I try to understand my relationship with a close person.
In this project, there is no logic, everything is filmed at the level of sensations. I was looking through my eyes for something that would fit my emotional state. And so I saw it, everything was compressed inside and I took a shot.
In this project Tatyana Kolbatova makes an attempt to come to terms with the loss of a loved one after years. «In this project, I combined photos from the family archive of my husband's expeditions to Antarctica with pictures I took in Iceland, many years later, to show the state of déjà vu, which I experienced.»
So it happened that New Year is not my favorite holiday. As it often happens the reasons can be tracked to the family history.
The project made an attempt to investigate the origin of the name of one of the residential areas of St. Petersburg, Russia.
Road theme and new spaces investigation are issues I’m focused on during visiting Saint Petersburg suburbs.
This is a story about the growth of many Russian cities. Massive new blocks are being built here on the site of old villages and suburbs.
These buildings are 100 years old, they are not protected by the state. But this is also the history of the city. Not very famous and not advertised.
Tatyana Kolbatova traveled through the space and time in three different cities. Imaginary constructions reflecting reality are becoming it them selves.
In the process of this photographic study, I came to conclusion that interiors and everyday objects that belong to the tenants can be quite eloquent.
Art and people. People and Art. Art, intimacy, human creative skills, imagination and me. Take me away from the hustle and bustle, let me enjoy.
Tatyana in her work draws fantastic word of her home Petrogradsky district in St.Petersburg. She treats this space as tesseract or four dimensional hypercube.
I watched grey layer of asphalt gradually turning into soil or vice versa the park itself ceased being something manmade or natural.
