Antonina Savytska

A view from the train window as seen through a bouquet of flowers. Berlin, 2025

Peter on Baltik sea / Kiev 2024

A building constructed in the GDR. Marzahn, Berlin 2026

Self-portrait with my objects on Peter’s piano. Year's of sleeping on a floor and keeping my stuff on and under piano. Berlin 2022

Yesterday’s truth has turned into a lie today, and tomorrow it is destined to become an imprint in time, taking its place among events that are just as rightfully occupying their place on photographic film.

And so, what was once the truth and has turned into a lie already transcends these truth-lie definitions and transforms into reality.

All that remains is to understand it, to find the right key to it. This sometimes strikes me as a desperate endeavor — an attempt to imbue reality with a tangible meaning, thereby perhaps depriving it of its true, inherent significance.

Only sometimes with the right positioning of the body in space, everything suddenly becomes accessible in its very contradiction. It’s as if humans possess some unknown sense organ that helps us rise above our own conditioned nature.

Sometimes I walk around the city, watching the bustling life all around me, and yet I feel so detached from this human reality. It’s as if there’s another reality out there somewhere where I could truly be myself. But it isn’t here. When I lived in Kyiv, it felt to me like I was somewhere in Europe, among people who shared my values. I remember walking around with that same feeling after I moved to Berlin. It was then that I realized the place I was longing for doesn’t exist in objective reality. It’s just a possibility. Like on this postcard, which shows a woman making her way through the sand dunes. We can’t see her face or where she’s going. But these days, as I wander through the city and can’t seem to find my place, I just want to go where she’s headed.

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On the banks of the Dniepro River. Sofia. Kiev 2020