The autofiction of illustrator and mother of three Svetlana Dorosheva, who worked for three months in an art residency in Shanghai, opens up a free and sometimes shocking world of contemporary art and creative people. However, the longer the artist...
stays in such a bright and strange artistic environment, the more she questions whether striving for the fame of a True Artist is worth it. After all, ordinary life is also a constant performance and an eternal, astonishing installation. Svetlana Dorosheva's very sober and ironic perspective is complemented by atmospheric illustrations and a wreath of sonnets "Hypnoerotomachia," which transports the reader to a space of contemplative poetry at the end of the book.
The autofiction of illustrator and mother of three Svetlana Dorosheva, who worked for three months in an art residency in Shanghai, opens up a free and sometimes shocking world of contemporary art and creative people. However, the longer the artist stays in such a bright and strange artistic environment, the more she questions whether striving for the fame of a True Artist is worth it. After all, ordinary life is also a constant performance and an eternal, astonishing installation. Svetlana Dorosheva's very sober and ironic perspective is complemented by atmospheric illustrations and a wreath of sonnets "Hypnoerotomachia," which transports the reader to a space of contemplative poetry at the end of the book.