Architector: Alexander Pustovoitov
Interior Decorator: Natalya Selina
It is no burden - seeing someone at one's depth - even deeper than they allow themselves to see, - it is not a difficulty, but just a gift. This gift is not always comfortable to live with. Sometimes it is so hard that it can even cut your fingers. But this very opportunity to see, which seems to have fallen down to your hands from the sky, helps love everything just the way it is, without thinking anything up.
After all, the inner world hasn't disappeared. The colours have not faded, the gold-plating has not crumbled, the splendor is still radiant. Now they are just waiting for a chance to incarnate in new plots, in other games, involving other characters. Now we can build on reality and not on illusion.
It is not possible to build a temple on dozy pales. In fact, I'm not building a temple. I'm quite happy with just a bivouac, in which there is room for everything I and my loved ones need. A bivouac needs no pales at all, for it has no basement - just like this 240-hour long Mysterium staged on 26 square metres. It is only now that I understand - there is no more precise self portrait than this one that I have created: fancy architecture, tied with ropes by its pillars and rings, an architecture yearning for the sky, striving skyward.
They would fly - the chessboard-floor colonnade, the baroque shells, the agate obelisks, the décolleté musicians, the gallant acting and all the foofaraw. They would fly, if not for the ropes that don't let them go. Ropes wound pillars, tied to rings on the basement of this Flying Castle. These ropes streaming from Nowhere, from behind the lower borders of the surface, make sure that everything stays and doesn't fly away to Nihil. Perhaps, these very ropes save this magnificence from the smoulder of Eternity, as the people who commissioned me this parable say. Perhaps.
Panoramic View from The Entrance
Courtoise Scene I
Courtoise Scene II
Courtoise Scene III
Portal of Ares and Afrodite View from The Dining Room
Portal of Ares and Afrodite View from The Dining Room (fragment)