Physicist working in medicine, aspiring sculptor. By day looking at pixels of brain, co-registering computed tomography and nuclear magnetic resonance imaging, by night welding steel cubes and dodecahedrons.
Born in Siberia. Moved 3 thousand miles West, open windows of train. High school in Lithuania. Started fencing, parry riposte touche becomes like breathing. Studying physics in St Petersburg University, Russia. In June, the sun does not quite set, the bridges go up. Work at Nuclear Physics Institute, lighting up a cigarette from a high-powered laser that ionizes ytterbium. Rembrandt and Matisse in Hermitage - it's cathartic. Moved 4 thousand miles West; Ph.D. in Physics from Brooklyn Polytech. Work in Radiation Oncology, helping cancer patients get better. Interest in photography, image making, image taking, Boris Mikhailov, Terry Richardson, Andreas Gefeller, Jeff Bark. “I was supposed to be elsewhere and otherwise” (Philip Roth). Interest in sculpture - Donald Judd, John Chamberlain, Pier Paolo Calzolari, Richard Serra. Hundred-Ampere arc descends from tungsten electrode and melts stainless steel.
You have long red curly hair. Or an accent. Or a beauty mark. Or have a list of favorite photographers. Create paintings or sculpture. Can recite a Dickinson poem. Know the art of profanity. Bite. Abandon your shoes in the mud. Amazon on a horse, on a beach. Play accordion. Or violin. Can speak to indigenous people. Understand authenticity. Appreciate texture. Can criticize Jungian psychodynamics. Good at cross-country skiing. Scream when fencing.
