'So where do you come from?'
I asked her.
'There', she replied.

It was the first few days after she arrived to this tropical island. When we were sitting at a random cafe in Taipei, she took out her laptop and showed me her works.

She is living as fast as if someone was chasing her from the behind. The quick captures she took were like a proof once she was standing at that street, she was lighting up a cigarette on the balcony, or some day the sky was so grey just like her mood. 

From her words I could feel there was something surreal in this young girl’s life. She’s living at a very different world from ours, and the photos she takes are like chapters of various stories. If you try to combine those stories together, you’ll find out there’s a universe of hers.

In her eyes I could read, she’s from that universe, at where probably lays her only homeland.

25/03/2017, Dazhi, Taipei City. Traveler's Bones exhibition opening ceremony. Liza Krylova (artist).

Photo credit: Tsai Chao Hsun



Matryoshka: Exhibiting within the Exhibition is a project organized by the students of the International Master of Cultural and Creative Industries in Taipei National University of the Arts with the purpose of exploring alternative exhibition models.

In this expo, every student – or group of students – presented their own proposals to create an exhibition, but always aiming to reconceptualize one or several of the different aspects that conform them, such as content, space, context or the curatorial role. 

09/01/2016, Taipei National University of the Arts. Matryoshka exhibition opening ceremony.

Representatives from Taipei’s art sphere held a series of small presentations about their jobs, originating an intersection where different communities from the art world meet: university students, scholars, curators, gallery owners or artists.

Matryoshka hence, reveals itself as a subversive event where students become organizers and curators, while gallery owners and artists take the audience’s seat place. All of it in a space where exhibiting becomes an art itself.




When you find a moment to get out of Moscow city, there is always a clear starry sky waiting for you. And so was on the night I spent at Chekhov’s Melikhovo estates last August.

I love coming to visit Chekhov. Years go by but his house and the nature stays as they were, and only the trees planted by the writer himself grow a little taller. Once in one of his letters to a friend he wrote, ‘Ah, if you could come visit us. That would be so delightful!’.

He wrote this letter more than a hundred years ago, but I like to think that I am his guest.

I walk along lilac alley and stop to glance at Chekhov’s bust. Writer’s face seems serious and concentrated but I can see a shadow of a smile in his eyes.

He smiles to me every time since I saw him for the first time at the age of six. And now I am already 22 but there was not a year when I didn’t come back to Melikhovo.

‘She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars’, once I read in Chekhov’s “After the Theatre”, and understood that it was myself that late evening on a wooden bench hidden in the garden in front of the ‘Wing, where the ’Seagull’ was written’.

I always believed in time travel, and I want to take you on a journey with me. 

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