Nemo Soda

Tooth fairies play cards

first scene with embryo

concept art dedicated to the little prince

There's a kinda nice newcomer in our class. A girl, whose family moved to town a week or so ago. I try hard not to miss a day of our after-school meetings. We see each other at a tiny flat of hers, located at the very top of the Owl's neck that's missing a staircase. The only working thing here is a stomach-like elevator leading up to the 10th floor. And yet I don't know much about this girl. My family's always on the move, she says.Once in a few months parents and neighbors sever long and bloody roots of the house that it lets inside the earth. Shaking off the last remnants of dirt, Owl slowly takes off, carrying residents away to a new destination. They're going to leave us next month.And there's no way for them to stay. I'll surely miss our talks and chatter, all of the time we spend together at her home that I love more than the entire town. Those swings growing right from the wings that I'm swinging on again and again... Hoping for this flight to never end.

There is a childhood story that I can recall. You see, my grandmother was drinking a lot. In fact, her addiction was so terrible that when we had to leave for home after a week of staying at her country house, I begged grandma not to drink by writing it on a blackboard and putting at a visible spot. I prayed for my words to help her chase bad thoughts away.My parents always yelled at her, hit her hands and made her spend whole night in the hallway. Sometimes we had to wait so long for grandma to open the front door, as she slowly passed room after room, shuffling around, pressing shoulders against the walls and struggling not to fall. She died when I was seven. The worn-out body of hers simply did not make it. In our family circle we’ve always had those small talks of heaven and hell popping up in the middle of an hour. From the meanings given away I learnt that thieves, murderers and drunkards descend below the ground, while others, being chosen by God, ascend to the sky. Not so long after my grandmother’s death, when I realised what had happened, a terrible longing settled in. The one that was too grizzly and enormous. This is why I started writing her letters and burying them in the soil of the backyard. As a child I vividly imagined how a giant creature, Earthen Postman, wanders deep below our feet, on the inner side of the world, how he picks up my letters and delivers them to the grandma.

THE CAT HANDS-WINGS The project for design school. There was the task to create 3d model of transport and passenger and than animate them. We could come up with a story for our heroes, so my idea was about a cat wich lost pieces of its native body. And its body was restored with garbage. After recovery it has big hands instead of the wings. And also you can see a dool face in the middle of its chest. It performs the function of the heart.

The project was made for art practice discipline in design school. Two-meter puppet of brothers who were sold circus. They did not forgive his father and forget his native shelter. So house sprouted through their organs like a bleeding memory

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