Olga Grotova

Debris on a Luminous Plain


Garage Museum of Contemporary Art and MUAR, Moscow, 2021

Centrala, Birmingham, 2019







<sup>Olga Grotova
Debris on a Luminous Plain (SOLO), Centrala, 2019




Olga Grotova
Fifth Wave, Garage Museum of Contemporary Art
Moscow Museum of Architecture, 2021





Olga Grotova
Debris on a Luminous Plain (Solo), Centrala, 2019





Olga Grotova
Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments on styrofoam, ceramics, Centrala, 2019





Olga Grotova
Fifth Wave, Garage Museum of Contemporary Art 
Moscow Museum of Architecture, 2021






Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments and imprints of steppe weeds, on linen





Olga Grotova
Fifth Wave, Garage Museum of Contemporary Art 
Moscow Museum of Architecture, 2021







Olga Grotova
Debris on a Luminous Plain, performance, Centrala, 2019</sup>

In present-day Russia there is an untold history of the hundreds of thousands of women who were executed or forcedly resettled to the Gulag, the system of forced labour camps across the Soviet Union. Many of them were wives and mothers of men pronounced the ‘Enemies of the People’ (Vragi Naroda): ethnic minorities, affluent peasants, academics, Germans, Jews and Poles that were thought a threat to the Soviet regime. The women were arrested at night, sentenced without trial and hauled to the country’s remotest regions. One of the biggest all-female penal facility was the camp for ‘Wives of the Traitors of the Motherland’ also known as ‘Algiers’ (А.Л.Ж.И.Р) where tens of thousands were detained, amongst them thousands of mothers with their small children.


Debris on a Luminous Plain is based on my grandmother’s memories of ‘Algiers’ and the Kazakh steppe where the camp was located. She arrived there in 1938 as a one-year old baby with her mother, my great grandmother, and they returned back to Russia twenty years later. The knowledge that rests in between those temporal indents is fractured and disjointed, akin to the slippages of the tongue that would incessantly fail to form a narrative.


In the recent decades the Russian state has done everything to obliterate the history of ‘Algiers’ and other forced-labour camps: they are not featured in history books and are not subjects of state-commissioned monuments and remembrance ceremonies. The female prisoners’ stories have been twisted and re-written to justify the ordeal, but mostly they have been silenced; instead they exist like worm tunnels that weave through the monolith of Russia’s history, filling it with voids and fractures.




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A few years ago I came across a 1970s herbarium on a Russian online noticeboard. Driven by an unclear instinct I asked my mother to buy it. Afterwards she reported that the seller was a middle-aged man who came in a car covered in patriotic stickers: ‘To Berlin!’ and ‘We’ll bend you over’. His wife was a schoolteacher, he said, she found the herbariums discarded in the school storage. It was an easy way to make a buck; his car was an old Zhigul.


I picked up the artefact next time I came to Russia: two massive boxes with hundreds of sheets of dried plants. The herbarium was a study material distributed widely in Soviet schools to educate the children about USSR’s vast territories: from the newly adjoined Asian republics to Siberia and Caucasus. Each plant had a name a naïve illustration next to it showing the scene from the place where it had been collected: a woman harvesting grapes in Crimea, a man walking the donkey in one of the East Asian countries.


One of the herbarium’s chapters was about the Kazakh steppe. It had some weeds whose names I heard from my grandmother: sagebrush, feather brush. The illustration showed a smiling man in a wide-brimmed straw hat with the yolk-yellow deserted landscape in the background.





















The Debris paintings are made with the traces of the Kazakh steppe plants: a laborious mark-making process that I developed to replace my agency with that of the non-human witnesses. Each painting is an exercise in accumulating absences,  layering them one after another to contain a narrative within silences.

<sup>Olga Grotova, Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments and imprints of steppe weeds, on linen, 170 x 120 cm, 2019









































Olga Grotova, Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments and imprints of steppe weeds, on linen, 170 x 120 cm, 2019</sup>




Arches and Vessels, 2021


‘Arches and Vessels’ is a series of works informed by the journey to my great grandmother’s birthplace ‘Fishtown’ on the Volga River.

The valley surrounding the town was submerged during the construction of the hydroelectric station in the 1930s and became the world’s largest artificial sea; tens of thousands were displaced and the ecology of the region and the harvests have been permanently altered by the cool climate brought on by the large body of water.

One of the sites destroyed during the station’s construction was a Leushin female monastery visited and documented by Prokudin-Gorsky, a historic church complex whose frescoes have been submerged under the reservoir’s waters.




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Photograph of the ‘Fishtown’ sea, 2019}

<sup>Olga Grotova, Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments and imprints of steppe weeds, on linen, 170 x 120 cm, 2019

































Olga Grotova, Debris on a Luminous Plain, pigments and imprints of steppe weeds, on linen, 170 x 120 cm, 2019</sup>