Every time I returned from school in my childhood, I had to pass a monument built by the communists — a park where, among Futurist and Brutalist mosaics, buildings, and sculptures, there was a beautiful little pond. White swans lived there. To me, they were perhaps the most beautiful creatures. They were aggressive and often chased me as if to bite me, but their beauty was so perfect to me that I wasn’t afraid.
Communism collapsed, and war began. With the start of the war, at the beginning of winter, the swans disappeared. The caretakers told me they had flown away somewhere else. This time, no one had clipped their wings — they were free to fly.

Part of residency with  Costume & Collapse project .
At the  Ria Keburia Residency
With God Era
Photos and video by Dato Koridze