A few years ago, I gave birth to my son and then emigrated to Poland, which changed my life beyond recognition. At first, I thought I just needed time and some strength to adapt, and that my life would become even better. However, what I’ve come to understand over the last three years is that you cannot adapt to everything, and sometimes the more I try to fix something, the less it works. On the other hand, unexpected actions sometimes lead me to something good.

In general, due to a high level of social responsibility — including for my family — and the constant need to tackle new challenges, I feel like I'm plugging holes in a dam.

Also, this year, I turned 42, and it turned out to be the age when I could no longer ignore my body, which, in the literal sense, has taken on these changes. I can no longer call myself young, and I have encountered a great number of beliefs and demands that society imposes on women of my age, both regarding their social status and achievements, as well as their appearance. And this again gives me the same sense of hopelessness, of being unable to keep up and meet expectations in reality.

This project is like a coping strategy. I create a lot. I try to fix the changes and actions I take, even if they seem small, unnecessary, or useless. I hope that, over time, a kind of critical mass will form, or maybe it won’t.