Thread the Needle
2020-ongoing
My grandma passed away on my birthday. I felt her warmth and care until I was 27 years old.
What do I even know about her? Not very much, to my shame. Although I sincerely considered her to be my closest person.
I need to get to know her again. Not as a person I-love-because-that-is-my-grandma, but just as a person. People, objects, my own memories and my grandma’s craft techniques will tell a lot. Bead by bead, stitch by stitch.
“Alyosha, come here, thread the needle!” — Grandma is calling me. I run to her room.
![Thread the Needle. Lesha Pavlov](https://i.wfolio.ru/x/fPouqoHHXY6pR1IpE_FaL-Dja8eXY_Ee/GjJCcq-tV5hZGuJFxVBpXnuLM-MOZlXt/F2SYSKqreJrlDBzUyg4kFXyKwEPRcfNx/G-GqxYufVo6RIYScXSKGsAiP4EHk308I/yoHmdy5j3v29sskAdXpcA4b0BzTEuxMH/azTlkQ1dMFE.jpg)
Working with photography and mixed media, I’m rethinking the life of my grandmother. Everything in this project is related to her and is devoted mainly to intra-family relationships. At the same time characteristics of Soviet and post-Soviet realities run through it like a red thread, prompting me to reflect on the place of a person with an “ordinary biography” in historical timeline.