Christmas, 2018
Concrete. 15,5×9 cm.
Three generations (my grandparents, parents, me and my brother) were born by XX century. The century of world wars, revolutions, destroying and emerging of great empires. Here we are at the Christmas dinner: the generation passed away, the generations that are waiting for the end, and the generation that has got over the Millennium.
Each of the concrete plate is the metaphor of the generation. Every crack is the fate of this generation. Their fates are different but equally hard. Only small part of the generation history is conveyed to the next one. If the the dishes were broken, some parts would be lost forever.
Olga Chekotovska 