Dear Grandfather Frost, 2025
Rereading the letters I wrote to Grandfather Frost as a child, I reflect on how happy that time was and question how, as an adult, I might recreate even a fragment of it. Through collages and archival materials, I explore the space between belief in magic and harsh reality. The work forms a dreamlike space shaped by nostalgia and longing for protection disrupted by family circumstances and emigration.