I want to rot FMP

I want to rot

Plant mold clay ground ukraine installation War

Я хочу згнити.

Я кладу своє тіло у вологий ґрунт і поливаю.

Моє тіло поглинається дощовими черв‘яками та бактеріями.

Мої скручені поламані довгі руки замерли в конвульсіях.

Мої ноги від’єднуються від тіла і їх з‘їдають хижаки.

Мої нутрощі розкладаються, а шкіра роздувається від газів щоб невдовзі здутися.

Мої очі витікають з черепа поки морщиться та стискається мій висушений епідерміс.

Мої кістки крошаться, а з тріщин починають вилазити паростки.Мої легені заростають мохом і я перестаю дихати.

Мої м‘язи слабкішають щоб дати змогу траві рости крізь дірки від куль.

Моє тіло тепер належить всім тим, хто знайшов у ньому дім.

Моє тіло гниє.
Моє тіло більше не моє.

I want to rot.

I put my body in moist soil and water it.

My body is being consumed by earthworms and bacteria.

My twisted, broken, long arms froze in convulsions.

My legs are detaching from my body and getting eaten by predators.

My guts are decomposing, and my skin is puffing up with gas, only to deflate soon after.

My eyes bulge out of my skull as my parched epidermis shrivels and contracts.

My bones are crumbling, and sprouts are starting to come out of the cracks.

My lungs are getting covered with moss as I stop breathing.

My muscles are weakening to allow grass to grow through the bullet holes in my chest.

My body now belongs to all those who have found a home in it.

My body is rotting.
My body is no longer mine.

Life as such never ends. When one dies, another is born from its remains. It should be noted that the "another" cannot be born if the "one" does not die. It is impossible to plant tulips in a flower bed if there are roses growing in it already. To plant tulips, you need to cut the roses.

Therefore, life does not exist without death. And death is only a transition to a new level of life. The transformation of matter is not its end. Energy does not just disappear from this world. What we are made of will forever remain in the universe, scattered throughout its boundless spaces after our organic body decomposes.

Corpse 1

clay, moss, onions, soil

The purpose of the project was to explore the unknown for me yet process of collective healing from the war. To empirically experience death means to go through the whole range of emotions, transformations.
While the organic matter is dying — the mold is growing and coming to life. It feeds of the dying body, so birth and death happen simultaneously being united by transformative nature of the matter.

Corpse 2

clay, moss, onions, soil

corpse sketches

This work overall can be called a physical manifesto of collective spiritual transformations that society goes through during the war. A little world that dives you into eternal feeling of loss and love. Death as a step to further life.