Artwork Collection

01 For Jurying Consideration

Memory does not stay in the mind. It settles into land, stone, and material that carries time without needing to remember it. I learned this through my father, who taught me to read geology as time made visible, and my grandmother, whose labour lived in repetition and stitching. I work with fragments shaped by force and time, layering and eroding material until it becomes residue. What is lost does not disappear. It continues elsewhere in matter that still holds.

Memory Materiality Inheritance Geology Labour Trace Fragmentation Sedimentation

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Fractured Kinship
Fractured Kinship

Mixed Media

Fractured Kinship

This painting presents identity as a fractured condition shaped by geopolitical conflict and inherited cultural tension. Three figures referencing Russian, Ukrainian, and my own hybrid identity are positioned in a state of visual and emotional... More

I Was There, I Think
I Was There, I Think

Installation

I Was There, I Think

This installation is based on a childhood photograph of myself in a traditional Ukrainian outfit, capturing a moment I do not remember. The image is divided into sections, transferred onto raw canvas, and stitched back together by hand. The surface... More

The Rocks Remember What He Cannot l
The Rocks Remember What He Cannot l

Painting

The Rocks Remember What He Cannot l

This painting reflects on memory after my father's traumatic brain injury disrupted his ability to recall personal history. Drawing from time spent at his cottage, I work with materials gathered from Bruce Mine, including granite, pyrite, schist,... More

The Rocks Remember What He Cannot ll
The Rocks Remember What He Cannot ll

Installation

The Rocks Remember What He Cannot ll

This installation takes the form of a constructed excavation site, reflecting on my father's traumatic brain injury and the loss of his personal history. A rectangular wooden structure is filled with sand and rocks collected from my father's... More

Work by

Sasha Yakovleva

Drawing and Painting

“"Speak to the rocks," my father once told me, as if they could answer back....” [More]