Gulnaz Galimullina
Pandemic Diary
Inner world
100 years ago the same incident befell humanity. At the beginning
of the 20th century, the Spanish flu swept the world. Two waves of influenza claimed of about 100 million lives, nearly five percent of the world's population at that time. After exactly a century, when technology and medicine reached incredible heights, the world bent before the covid. Total lockdown. Total quarantine. Some people still didn't believe in the existence of the coronavirus, someone in a panic swept everything off the shelves and closed in their houses, someone saw this as an opportunity to delve into themselves, breathe and start a new life, someone rushed between these states.
I belong to the latter type.
I remember my feeling when I visited one of the mirror "Rooms of Infinity",
a landmark project of the Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama. Everything was reflected by millions of lights and seemed to penetrate me. It was the feeling of space, infinity and dark enclosed space at the same time. In this room I spent
the few minutes allotted to the museum visitor, filming the movement of light in the dark space using a long shutter speed. The resulting pictures are like pictures of the movement of a state of mind, the rhymes of which I found later, when, being healthy, I found myself in self-isolation.
This series was inspired by the Yayoi Kusama's oeuvre. In recent years,
the Japanese artist lives in a psychiatric hospital. Next to the hospital, she built her own studio, where she works every day. Every day she lives the same life, creating endless canvases and projects with her legendary dots, for which the bright representative of the avant-garde was even nicknamed "Dotty". Kusama voluntarily chose this lifestyle. She has been in almost complete isolation for several years. In self-isolation, in which mankind found itself.
It seemed that even the old electronic watches seemed to be synchronized with the events that we experienced. The first month, fueled by mass psychosis
in social networks and the media that repeats it, when the symptoms, transmission methods, methods of treating covid, the time of creating drugs and a vaccine are unclear, was especially scary and suffocating. I didn't go anywhere. I could not do anything. I did not want to document my life. It did not differ much from my previous, ordinary life and the life of my friends living in the same boxes. Having written out a one-time electronic pass,
we left for the village.
The states of grayness and sameness around did not leave the first time.
In the village, where the Internet is bad, a sense of isolation only intensified. Especially in the evenings. Especially in the dark. Involuntarily rhymes surfaced with the oeuvre of Kusama, with those movements of light
captured in the mirror room of infinity.
Narcissus is a symbol of egotism and high self-esteem, rooted in Greek mythology. Yayoi Kusama did not bypass this topic. In 1966 the installation "Narcissus Garden" was created in Venice. The lonely daffodil that I discovered in the forest echoes the self-isolation theme and the art work by the Japanese avant-garde. The flower, which was supposed to decorate the well-kept gardens, was proudly alone in a dark wild forest.
The dovecote is in contrast to the narcissus.
Self isolation. Perhaps this is a sign from above to stop, to think, think about yourself and your place, about your loved ones, about the world and nature,
about true values. A man immersed in the network of megalopolises forgets about the beauty of dawn and sunset, about the delights of morning dew and fog, about the gentle blow of the wind and the softness of grass underfoot.
The details are becoming important and fascinating. Little details the person did not have time to notice in the bustle, or in a hurry of filming
for display in the momentary posts of social networks.

Cleansing, zeroing. It happens only in unity with nature,
after internal cleansing and finding harmony with yourself
Everything takes on logic and order at once.
The photostory ends with the same frame of heaven. If the first is a look at the blue sky through the window with drops, then the last is a look at the open world of a renewed open person. The sky, which a person does not notice in ordinary life, is finally cleansed.
Perhaps these are the moments when hallucinations leave Yayoi Kusama.
Should they leave?