Barbara Nazarenko

The paper medium here finds an echo in the eruption of an uncontained energy, charged with an inner, visceral force. Like writing, these lines and strokes are born from a repetitive gesture with black stone and stitching.

Each drawing conveys a memory, an emotion, a landscape. Sewing here is not merely a technique, but a true poetry of gesture, born of patience and precision. The hand hones its own memory while exploring new forms, as if the stitching—composed of mercerized threads—becomes a living, moving landscape.