THE DREAM OF THE SHAMAN
VIKTORIYA MARKOVA
Oil and acrylic painting (2023)
'' I'm shooting with all my
night, I can hear my voice. The shaman says I'm not ready yet, so I can't hear her. And I can't make out her words until I'm ready.''

I'm in a big Soviet apartment, and a young shaman is lying on the couch. Half-naked. I turn away from her and look in the mirror, I don't see my own reflection and I get scared.

Where am I? I move away from the mirror and come back, my body is looking at me, but instead of my head there is a gray wool ball (?), just an image. I turn away once more, but again I can't see myself behind IT.

I rush to the shaman on the couch. Please tell me what's wrong with me. She says you need to open your chakras. That's it. And he says what words to say. I'm next to her, but I don't hear those words, so I ask her again. She repeat it again. But again I can't make out the words.