Ukraine, 1989. My mother immigrated to Israel with me and my brother when I was 6 months old. My father stayed in Kiev.
Our first decade in Israel was full of wandering; I was called ‘filthy Russian’ in my face and demanded my mother to put in my lunchbox a pita with humus instead of bread with jam. I ceased speaking Russian.
Years passed. Except for the impulsive torments of an average teenager, my brother was diagnosed with cancer. In 2007, my mother took him to an alternative treatment in the USA. When they came back I got my first camera, that became an interpreter between me and the world. He passed away 3 months later.
In 2010 I started my BFA in 'Bezalel'. Photography became flexible simulacra where I could explore ideas of identity.
These days I'm starting my second and last year at the MFA program.
Notable exhibitions to date include ”The Meitar Photography Award 2016“ (Israel), Inga Gallery (Israel), Rishon LeZion Museum (Israel), and Corcoran gallery of art (USA).