Memories of others

No, we could never see them like this, in this light evoking Flemish still-life paintings, in these calculatedly random and heroic compositions. Still we remember them exactly, as we would swear to exactly remember the smell of that madeleine. For seventy years these objects had inhaled that history and those meanings which they are now emitting by way of slow glasses as long as we live, as long as there will be someone who feels to exactly remember them.

Alexandr Sennikov’s Soviet still-life photos from his gallery at photosight.ru, where some ten times more of them are waiting for us.