A study of the photographic memory of many generations of Soviet people, drawn from personal archives, speaks through a poetic dialogue between a mother and son who never saw each other.
My Mom Jayne
Naqoyqatsi
As I Was Moving Ahead, Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty
Ex Libris: The New York Public Library
The Class of ‘92
Powaqqatsi
Fuck
The U.S. vs. John Lennon
Downloaded
Heart of a Dog