Vichna is a long-term, multimedia conceptual archive developed over four years through repeated travel to Ukraine. The project is housed digitally and is accompanied by an upcoming publication and a series of select printed works. It examines the resilience of Ukrainian cultural identity through practices of documentation, memory, and material inheritance.

Conceptually, Vichna operates through duality. It addresses the necessity of living fully, rather than merely surviving, in conditions shaped by violence and loss. The project therefore functions simultaneously in physical and symbolic registers. It documents cultural presence while also seeking to evoke forms of continuity that exceed the limits of the archival record.

The project is grounded in histories of cultural erasure in Ukraine. Across centuries, Ukrainian language, religion, art, and intellectual life have been systematically suppressed. Documents were destroyed, artistic production was interrupted, and cultural knowledge was targeted in order to sever relationships to origin, belief, and collective memory. In response to these conditions, practices of preservation became essential. The act of archiving emerged as a means of cultural survival and transmission.

Vichna positions the archive not as a neutral structure, but as an active and relational process. Many of the materials incorporated into the project were owned by my grandmother, whose role in transmitting Ukrainian traditions shaped multiple generations of her family. Through these inherited objects and images, personal memory is situated within a broader historical and cultural framework.

As a digital archive, Vichna remains open and accumulative, allowing the project to expand across time and geography. Its physical manifestations, including printed works and the forthcoming publication, translate archival material into embodied form. Together, these components assert cultural continuity in the face of historical and ongoing attempts at erasure.








DIVKA
ORANGEVILLE, ONTARIO
Unfold unfold unfold unfold unfold if this is okay... more than okay, only. 

Only I can’t afford the latter no longer and I am physically unfolding in a painful way. 
Breathe and take breath, separately, please. 
Is the issue at hand real or just perpetuated in mindless mind wandering, driving forever on a constantly steepening curve? 
And oh God it is painful.

“...tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own...” (Alan Bergman’s translation)

But to just relax into this pain leave it to be. Humblingly humiliating to remember the ascent into that tunnel, and also just to let it go. 
Puts one in the correct framing just at the cost of great anxieties, endless pit in my heart.

And with that, give myself to the natural world, but nothing more, as it’s all I know in this lifetime. 
Just give this to heaven the fact that we try to handle this sinking, deep, gut-wrenching consternation by falling in love with it, 
to use as a fuel for transformation. 

Dismayingly intoxicated with this lifetime for I’ll probably never feel this in another,
if another exists,
or even the concept of existence being a fragment of what I can understand in my simple mind. 

trying to think in November 2025