Pavel Pletnev's road sketches:

Road trip or "From there to here" (Ottudova-posyudova)

It is a sleepwalking travel to native places.

It is a collage of the space, everyday life and dreams

- From Petersburg to Moscow?

- No, further)

I am riding on a Bird-like Troika — I will never get the end of the way

...On broken roads. The ride is getting better with rare exceptions.

If you cut the wires connecting the settlements, they will float away like ice floes from each other.

And abandoned barns look like the cow's bones, which have been eaten long time ago

In the winter the smell of non-freezing is all around, studded tyres swished,

... in the summer morning fog is over buckwheat field, frigging coffee is on the gas station...

The houses are dancing
In the town.

A bright, warm light strip hits the upper floors.

...Flashing windows, banners, wires, turns, signs is all around...