2015, Video, 4’48’’ Video: Tanya Akhmetgalieva Sound: Viktor Mazin Tonight I will go out to the field, where the flowers blossom everywhere. Among the dark bluebottle where my love lives The white daisy, with its tender petals Is dearer to me than all other flowers, for it is my love. Oh the white daisy, with its tender petals is dearer to me than all other flowers, for it is my love. I pick a bouquet of flowers; there are no daisies. I will pluck only one and press it to my breast... (Song "White Daisy". Author: Mikhail Mikhailov) What is this imagined reality about, referring to grannies-flowers dancing to the strains of a harmonica and magical porcelain girls on a small island? This is an elusive, fleeing moment and the hope inextricably linked both the present and the future. It is all about the white daisy, with its tender petals, and my love...