Living in Yekaterinburg in 2020 during the covid, I couldn't visit my mum in Nizhny Tagil. So that she wouldn't get bored alone, I suggested that she make a joint project using home-made things. Probably, like in many Russian families, in ours the clothes of family members, even those who are no longer alive, are kept in wardrobes and not thrown away for years. My father's trousers, shawls of my grandmother who died in the early 80s, shirts of my grandfather who died in the mid 90s, old bed linen and nappies, mother's dresses and dressing gowns, children's clothes are still lying in the drawers and cupboards in my flat in Tagil. I suggested that my mother take these old things and sew them into textile compositions about a metre by a metre. She chose the cuts and shapes herself, becoming my co-author. In a month and a half I made about 20 different textile compositions.

There is an opinion that stitching together old things helps to live through displaced memories and traumas. It seems that for my mum this was the therapeutic process of taking part in artistic work. It was the same for me - I printed photographs, drawings and collages on the resulting canvases, based on photos from family albums, recalling forgotten stories of my family. Extremely personal and tangible, crumpled and beautiful, important and poor, the "Rags" hang as if they had once been left to dry on a rope - and then suddenly remembered.