Chapter 4
CHOICE
Magic in the Mundane
2020
Photograph
I returned to Tajikistan with a new mindset.
With an understanding of impermanence and fragility of everything, and choice to appreciate it fully anyway.
With commitment instead of attachment.
With a clear comprehension that I have a choice - to hide from the world’s suffering, or to confront it and try to lessen it.
With a Socratic approach to all the old and new questions, and a willingness to embrace temporary answers without mistaking them for final truths.
With hard-earned knowledge that it’s possible to find these answers, even though there are no “right” universal answers baked into the fabric of reality.
College experience has taught me that if you look for something, you will find it. Look for cynicism - you’ll find it, look for kindness and solidarity and you’ll find them too. You see what you seek. Our beliefs play a large role in determining our experience and our actions, so if we believe ourselves powerless and without agency, we will act in a way that it makes it so. We can consciously choose which truth to build upon, knowing all narratives are partial, and build, deconstruct, and rebuild our structures of meaning.
Art-making and creative process showed me time and time again - everything is figure-able. We can find solutions to everything when we use creative methods. If we see that our actions don’t bring us the desired outcome, we can let our minds soar freely, change perspectives, and realize there are unexpected, out of the box ways to get to this outcome. We try a different approach, we mix techniques, and we go through an iterative process that might produce even better outcomes than originally conceived.
But if we use the same set of actions and operate from the same paradigm over and over, we cannot fix our artwork. We can’t arrive to a new outcome by repeating what hasn’t worked, and that’s one of the major reasons why history is so important - we can learn what works, and what doesn’t. Neoliberalism cannot eradicate poverty. Neocolonialism cannot bring the outcome of self-determination to Global Majority. Authoritarian governments cannot deliver self-actualization to its citizens or guarantee peace with its neighbors. Systems that incentivize unethical behavior cannot produce equality and social cohesion. And so on.
Another reason why history is important is because it can be a source of well-informed hope. It provides context for today’s darkness, and reveals precedents that prove that whatever is happening now, is overcome-able. Once we master tolerating the discomfort of learning about other people’s suffering, history becomes an indispensable tool against despair.
And the more one learns about the hard work of the people who came before us, thanks to whom we can enjoy more rights and protections, the more one realizes they are deeply and meaningfully connected to the previous generations - and that their current actions can have an impact too.
We can acknowledge that there is no magically perfect, fool-proof way to organize a society that will work universally, but still work to get rid of all forms of violence and enable everyone to realize their self potential in a way they see fit, while trying new approaches, like in a creative process, to solve old issues - or maybe even create something that empowers each person in an entirely new way.
We can create our own meaning in the meaningless universe - and art is one of the most fulfilling and accessible ways to do it.
Fleeting Moment
Photograph
From All the Heaven’s Possibilities
Tea, pencil, paper
A4
Shadows & Light
The fabric of reality is weaved in a complicated pattern, and I may not see all the threads. Everything has multiple facets, of often contradictory nature. Opposites can be true at the same time. There is much behind a veil of perception that I don’t know yet.
Adaptability of Endurance
Tea, markers, paper
A5
Shadows and Light
Fear Not
Photograph
Foggy Mornings
Photograph
Photomanipulation
Maps of Feelings
Oil, acrylic, gold leaf, canvas
Various sizes
Making these paintings, I focused primarily on the process - process of painting, and coming to terms with emotions experienced at the time.
The Flow
Oil on canvas
Vulnerability
Acrylics on canvas
Burn Away
Oil and acrylics on canvas
Intersections
Oil on canvas
Pet portraits
Max by the Lake (commissioned)
Acrylics on canvas
A5
Stella with a Treat (commissioned)
Acrylics on canvas
A3
PERSPECTIVE
Central Asian Carpet
Photomanipulation
Traveling in Tajikistan as an adult allowed me to reflect on the places I held dear in childhood memories. Takob Kollektiv existed no more, with a commercial ski resort built over the main gathering house, and its members left the country or aged significantly. But the community they built and the love they shared - they will forever be, in the past, as events that happened. And that cannot be taken away or destroyed.
Their and Anika’s love lives in me and flows through my actions, by choice. We die, but the consequences of our deeds travel endlessly around the world.
Snake Lake - Iskanderkul on October Afternoon
Photograph
Another place of childhood exploration - the shores of Iskanderkul, a lake in Tajikistan. We used to come here every summer for a week.
Seasons change, places change, and people do too. The longer we try to hold on to something in hopes of making it permanent, the more we suffer. Embrace the impermanence and love anyway.
Turn to Yagnob Valley
Photograph
This is a turn towards a village inhabited by descendants of an ancient Sogdian civilization in Central Asia. Less than 1,000 people speak Yagnobi today. Their unique cultural heritage isn’t preserved by the Tajik government in factuality, and their material conditions are worse than the majority of the country. They persevere, but through the strength of their own.
Nurek Reservoir in August
Photograph
We came here with Takob Kollektiv every summer when I was a child - to swim and enjoy life.
As an adult, I came here regularly with human rights organizations for group therapy, art therapy, and wellbeing workshops.
With each year, civil and political freedoms in Tajikistan shrank, while surveillance and interference in our work increased. Colleagues were jailed unexpectedly over fabricated cases, and I received phone calls from national security twice a year.
It was a relief to have these workshops in this safe, secluded, and almost sacred place, where we could confide in with fellow activists, support each other, heal, and be seen.
Golden Hour Near Siama River
Photograph
From 1998 to 2005, this place was chosen for conducting summer camps for children ages 7 to 17. My mom was involved in organizing them, and took me along each time for 2-4 weeks. We stayed in tents, collected firewood, and fetched water from Siama - an ice cold river. Experienced mountaineers and educators were the adults who looked after us. They cooked, enforced sleep and meal time schedules, and kept us entertained during the day with physical and creative challenges.
They also organized educational sessions, teaching about reproductive health, substance addiction, bullying, pursuing academic interests, and climate change, among other topics. At night they told us spooky stories about tourists, who were consumed by nature spirits for leaving behind their trash, picking endangered plants, or messing with insects.
I started camping here by myself as an adult each May-June. This place gained a personal and spiritual meaning - when I’m there in solitude, each moment is filled either with active inner conflict resolution and epiphanies, or with powerful inner peace, or with ineffable Emptiness.
This is where I healed and chose new directions, where my relationship with art and creativity grew healthier, where joy and wonder made a permanent home in my heart, where I processed a new role - of an educator and mentor to young people. I’m very grateful for this place and experiences.
Siama Landscape Reconstructed
Photomanipulation
Khoja Obi Garm
Photograph
A place of peace and endless hikes, easy to reach from the city, easy to share with beloved people. Khoja Obi Garm became the “Takob” of our friend group in the last two years.