Day 1:
— Abakan hotel, remembrance of the near past.
— driving under the sunlight towards unexpected rain
— voluble land
— wet monoliths, wet us
— WELCOME, cold wind combs the steppe
— car as shelter, drive back, warm inside, outside cold.
Day 2:
— rain, rain again
— regional museum, timelapse/snapshots
— old wooden houses
— local creamery leads to picnic in the park, the park where Stalin wears a hat for the cold.
— Stroll by the river, whistling vegetables, enjoy joy, play, smell
— Lenin’s old house, outdoor museum, stroll through old “polished”structures.
— eat by the river, loud DJ mutes conversation
— wild flower picking on the road
— sunlight reaching out the hours
— midnight strawberry feast
Day 3:
— local market, berries, a lof of berries
— monoliths over the steppe, was it a buriel ground? was it a war ground? energy charged land inspires body movement.
— dancing over stones, embrace from the earth, Tatiana, Tatiana and Tatiana meditate.
— lonely gas station
— earth roads, remote villages, edge of the Taiga awakening deep curiosity
— picninc in between wild flowers over mosquito soundtrack
— complication, roads are half roads
— arriving next to the river, next to the mountain, wet feet, powerful land, light…
Day 4:
— yoga practice on wet field, pure air
— warm morning tea
— river touching bare skin, feels like vibrant needles, invigorating.
— sacred yurt arrangement, sacred monolith, sacred birch tree, sacred petroglypsh, sacred life, sacred mountain, sacred wedding, shaman’s drum.
— on the road… another sacred stone, another sacred tree, another cow on the road.
— tasting special sweets
— villages, the echoe of a wedding
— finding a guide, the steppe, the monoliths, the wind
— in search of smitana, cheese, bread, very happy stomach
— becomes night in Abakan
Day 5:
— Abakan museum
— market food, beets, carrots, cabbage, balcony lunch
— small roads lead to petroglyphics in the steppe, going uphill, picking herbs
— swimming day, a day to swim
— playing with stones, warm light, berry inspiration
— hiking towards a never found ancient treasure
— sunset
Day 6:
— rynok bolshoi, dried fruits, salad, tea, smitana
— diggesting trip, diggesting ideas, diggesting food
— talk at the institute, share work, share experience, share ideas, lost in translation
— tea with director, tea again, tea, berries and cakes, afternoon light, family house
— Abakan park, enjoyment of water, paddling around, racing with children like children, warmth
— Midnight wine
— goodbye Siberia
— memories
Tatiana Musi