MY FATHER IS AN APPLE
2020-2023
medium: aroma, photography, video
One day I felt a familiar apple aroma. I hadn't met it a lot of years.
Until I was 18, every autumn I would get a bag of dried apples from the closed city* of Sarov - it was "hello" from my father's side. My father and mother broke up when I was 4 years old, my father left our home in Siberia after the divorce. All I remembered about him and my grandmother was dried apples in a white sack. When I turned 18, something stopped, the magic apples were becoming rotten.
*Sarov is a city in Nizhny Novgorod Oblast, Russia, known as a city of nuclear weapon production
The fragrance was designed to appeal to the affect of the memory with which the project began. Layers of fragrance unfold over time (15-20 minutes) and can be presented on paper or photographs, which the visitor receives upon entering the exhibition.
Perfumer: Ivan Yakimov | Perfume Project
Autofictional text is an ongoing part of this project. The excerpt was published by Peredelkino Residency Almanac: