Root Directory, 2025

I’ve been living in this region (Georgia, Armenia)  for nearly four years now, surrounded by these strange, ancient letters — so unlike the Latin ones I knew. Their forms and sounds feel wild and sacred, and I’m endlessly moved by the ways creativity winds its way through them. They say these languages are among the oldest known. I can’t help but wonder: what did they look like at the dawn of words? Who first gave breath to a sound that stood for something — a thing, a thought, an abstraction? What inspired this particular style of lines that later became letters?

These questions stay with me. They reach somewhere deep.

This is my offering to the unknown poets of the beginning — and to all of us who dwell in words, shape our futures with them, and carry them like armor each day. The venue consists of two parts.

The first one is the Root Directory, an installation of tree-root-like letters, coloured and mounted on the wall. Our deepest perceptions are rooted beyond language — in prehistoric names, archaic alphabets, and primal symbolism. This is our sacred inner layer. It lies outside the conscious mind, something we carry through life and instinctively protect.

The second part is a figure-shaped installation, knitted from various words. We justify ourselves, accuse or acquit others, and cast our actions in a particular light — all through language. Words have become our second skin, not judging us directly, but constantly shaping how others perceive us.