Olesya Morhunets

Cry, My River

If a river could speak, it would probably say: «I'm sick of your negligence of a self-proclaimed «lord of nature». You are actually helpless. Fear turns you against one another when the weather forecast mentions a tsunami. This calamity has long been in your heads. What else explains the fact that you're cutting down forests on slopes, which can deter a flood, and draining swamps, which can retain water and regulate climate, and then dying by thousands because of the impact of floods and droughts?

Violoncello

A man and a woman meet during a calm autumn day in the middle of Crimean field. By the end of their journey we realize that their meeting was destined.