I didn’t want to paint the ammonite as an artifact.
I wanted to hear the sound of its silence.
Each spiral turn is not a movement forward, but a return.
A return to what was before it became anything.

This work is not about the form.
It is the form that has not vanished.
It remains — and thus asks to be perceived not by the eye, but by the body.
As if memory could touch us. Not from within — but from without.
A return to what was before it became anything.
This work is not about the form.
It is the form that has not vanished.
It remains — and thus asks to be perceived not by the eye, but by the body.
As if memory could touch us. Not from within — but from without.

© Author’s note for the artwork «Ammonite А. The Memory Spiral»