WAR IS EVIL

Kirill ΞΚ Voloshin

My life reveals itself along its own story-line, that is divided into cells of timid dreams and tiny observations. I am a Freshman here, sometimes an actor, author, artist, dancer, teacher, scientist; sometimes a bore, a clown, a boozer. Still, almost always I am a bashful amateur – supportive, curious, invisible, and ultimately wise.

Kirill ΞΚ Voloshin

My life reveals itself along its own story-line, that is divided into cells of timid dreams and tiny observations. I am a Freshman here, sometimes an actor, author, artist, dancer, teacher, scientist; sometimes a bore, a clown, a boozer. Still, almost always I am a bashful amateur – supportive, curious, invisible, and ultimately wise.

Kirill ΞΚ Voloshin

My life reveals itself along its own story-line, that is divided into cells of timid dreams and tiny observations. I am a Freshman here, sometimes an actor, author, artist, dancer, teacher, scientist; sometimes a bore, a clown, a boozer. Still, almost always I am a bashful amateur – supportive, curious, invisible, and ultimately wise.

Grace is Brave to Face the Grave

Grace is Brave to Face the Grave

🇺🇦  WAR IS EVIL  🇺🇦Children playing in the graveyard, shy and quiet but feeling no grief–perhaps just slightly ashamed of being playful in what must be thought of as an inappropriate place for fun. Stately adults with V-shaped eyebrows and tightened lips, wearing...

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Pole Dance

Pole Dance

🇺🇦  WAR IS EVIL  🇺🇦I am an exquisite dancer, one of a few ever existed who can flap eyelashes in a flat butterflied pattern. I know how to use wind in my dance to avoid unnecessarily touching the ground and spoiling the music with the inevitable tramp. I know as well...

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A Milestone

A Milestone

🇺🇦  WAR IS EVIL  🇺🇦I am spending days walking along the fence–hitting rocks, trampling grapes, emptying pockets, scratching my jacket. Here I am, the beholder of true limitation, neither small enough to sneak through, nor tall enough to step over. I can pick a stick...

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Tolerant

I have opened my visual diary on the tolerant page just to discover that my tolerance is mostly aimed at myself. I call myself a thousand names, I sing and talk about myself, I photograph myself, I draw self-portraits on toilet and palace walls. Sometimes I don't like...

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