This work was created in response to the resistance to full-scale war in Ukraine, with the hope for peace as soon as possible. Feeling deeply wounded, extremely sensitive, and exhausted, I wanted to remind myself and others: don’t give up — preserve and spread the value of peace; after any war, reconciliation will eventually come.

An old veil and a handmade napkin, found in a second-hand shop in Tbilisi, became symbols of something that had been experienced and discarded. Yarn and thread serve as a metaphor for the omnipresence of life. 

The title refers to “All Flesh is Grass” phrase, which appears in several sources: the experimental Siberian music project of the same name with a sense of impending disaster; Clifford Simak’s book of the same name, where alien purple flowers surround the city, preventing people from passing through them; and the biblical idea of the transience of human manifestations.

During the creative process, I thought a lot about the fragility and transience of the world, about us, sensitive people, as guardians of the world’s values. Brave solitary sprouts in the middle of the asphalt are surprisingly similar to solitary pickets. I would like our voices calling for peace and non-violence to become dense thickets stretching up toward the sun, blocking violence, ignorance, and hatred.