“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist
“and the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood”. Anna Guseva | Visual artist

“And the sun became black as sackcloth and the moon became red as blood” (ongoing) 

I was born in Russia during a turbulent period known as the “wild nineties”. To understand how the traumatic events of this era have affected my identity, I reconnect with the past and confront the fears formed in the nineties face to face.

In the work, I am guided by my associations: threat, destruction, dead end, and the domination of the strong over the weak. In that era, сrime was everyone’s concern. Gunfights between warring gangs, where anyone could become an accidental victim, human trafficking, and a heroin epidemic were part of everyday life. Television reinforced our fears, showing series about gangsters nonstop. This year I turn thirty, but I’m still afraid to be out on the street at night and flinch when someone rings the doorbell. Behavioral patterns from the nineties construct my present self, wherever I may be.