My hometown is the specific environment. And images of art are what curious child was surrounded by. Donetsk is not the city of a million roses, but the city of the antediluvian mechanisms of industrial age, city of a thousands of pipe scraps, risers and sections of the steam-heating panels, passing along which can not be unobserved. They are near of all the house entrances. Beggars are patching half-a-century-old rotten communications, while nouveaux riches are creating a new  blessings of life (it's a shame to say) only in individual apartments, shitting on..., sorry, polluting the living space. What is not torn by the homeless people, that is still on the walls. This is - an ugly labor pains of the progress. In its iron grimaces with a long layers of paint, which held sinks and latrines of a citizens, tortured by the utilities, there should be its own midwife. Everyone is busy and can not see anything. There is no any documentary about this. Thiese days will come to the end... Nobody cares... Only an artist can make a tribute to the ugliness...                                   
                                                                                                             Sergei Degtyarev