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Private moon
Boris Bendikov, Leonid Tishkov

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov.
From “Private moon” series. 
The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Leonid Tishkov, Boris Bendikov. From “Private moon” series. The collections of the authors

Moscow, 18.03.2005—20.04.2005

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«Private Moon» is a visual poem, telling a story about a man who found the Moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life.

In the upper world, in the attic of his house, he saw the Moon, which has fallen from the sky. At first she was hiding from the sun in a dark, damp tunnel, and was constantly frightened by the passing trains. Then she came to the house of the man.

Wrapping the moon in a thick blanket, he gives her autumn apples, drinks tea with her and when she finally recovers — he puts her on a boat and carries her across a dark river to a high bank, where moon pine-trees grow.

He descends to the lower world, wearing the clothes of his deceased father and then returns, illuminating the way with his private moon.

Transcending the borders between worlds via narrow bridges, sinking into sleep, taking care of the heavenly body, man turns into a mythological being, living in the real world like in a fantastic fairy-tale.