APRIL 6,  2012

As a sensible man (and I hope that’s what I am :-)), I know that life will not last forever and that sooner or later the moment of truth will come when I have to do some reckoning. That’ll be when everything we do is put on a scale. When I make some preliminary estimates I try to comfort myself with the thought that it’s not all that bad and that my good deeds outnumber my bad ones. Curiously enough, a catchphrase from a foreigner keeps coming to mind, “Children are the only thing you Russians know how to make well!”

The reader will forgive me my writing about my daughter Anastasia. I’m doing this with a light heart and clear conscience, without fearing to be accused of “abusing my office.”  Furthermore, I’m doing this with great pleasure and even, to a certain extent, with fatherly pride for my child. As a rule, I share with you here works from my collection and exhibition projects, my impressions and thoughts, and therefore I see no reason why I should not introduce my daughter and her works to you. Moreover, Anastasia is directly involved in creating and maintaining this website. She is the one responsible for its structure and design, the uploading of materials and processing of pictures, etc. Given her serious interest in photography, I think she can by rights be presented here as an artist, all the more so since her works have already been used in several of my projects.

In general, it is not often that parents become good teachers to their children. They may be good at bringing them up, but rarely at teaching them. Children always see their parents above all as mom and dad, but never as teachers – this mission should be assigned to other people. Parents can only make adjustments, offer advice, share experiences, discuss problems that may arise, and so on and so forth. Like in medicine, the main thing here is not to hurt. This is the principle I try to stick to in my relations with my daughter. I’ll always be around if I see that she needs my advice or help. But it is for her to look for options of her own development, to organize her living space and to make plans for the future.

In an introduction to the catalogue for my daughter’s solo exhibition of photographs at the Enora Gallery in Paris in 2009 I wrote, “It is with great pleasure and anxiety that I am bringing to your attention a new series of my daughter’s works. I am pleased because both for her and for myself, the very fact of an exhibition in Paris is of tremendous importance. And I am anxious perhaps for the same reason because the responsibility is very great. French viewers know and have seen a lot and are not easy to surprise.” The Paris exhibition was, incidentally, a success and had good reviews in the French press.

Today I can only repeat that I’m presenting some of Anastasia’s works with the same anxiety and excitement. I hope you won’t be disappointed and perhaps even like some of them. Whoever wants to see more of Anastasia’s works can visit her website at www.asildaphotography.com.