Roman Himey

Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Khimei work with staged images that show their own bodies in the landscape of the Carpathian Mountains. Lying still in unnatural positions, dressed in trekking clothes, they seem to ask us: who is depicted on the screen?

Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Khimei work with staged images that show their own bodies in the landscape of the Carpathian Mountains. Lying still in unnatural positions, dressed in trekking clothes, they seem to ask us: who is depicted on the screen?

Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Khimei work with staged images that show their own bodies in the landscape of the Carpathian Mountains. Lying still in unnatural positions, dressed in trekking clothes, they seem to ask us: who is depicted on the screen?

Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Khimei work with staged images that show their own bodies in the landscape of the Carpathian Mountains. Lying still in unnatural positions, dressed in trekking clothes, they seem to ask us: who is depicted on the screen?

Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Khimei work with staged images that show their own bodies in the landscape of the Carpathian Mountains. Lying still in unnatural positions, dressed in trekking clothes, they seem to ask us: who is depicted on the screen?

The documentary short depicts modern Kolomyia, where the cult of Austria-Hungary coexists with the post-Soviet reality: the developer hires a team of builders who, with thrift, brick by brick, dismantle old and uninhabitable real estate. Meanwhile, the artists invite fifteen-year-old Maksym to draw a walking route in Kolomyia: through the guide’s narration, the map of the city is transformed into a multi-layered historical palimpsest, where Soviet names are mixed with modern urban folklore and traditional Western Ukrainian piety, and “dog paths” are manifested by official intonation.

The documentary short depicts modern Kolomyia, where the cult of Austria-Hungary coexists with the post-Soviet reality: the developer hires a team of builders who, with thrift, brick by brick, dismantle old and uninhabitable real estate. Meanwhile, the artists invite fifteen-year-old Maksym to draw a walking route in Kolomyia: through the guide’s narration, the map of the city is transformed into a multi-layered historical palimpsest, where Soviet names are mixed with modern urban folklore and traditional Western Ukrainian piety, and “dog paths” are manifested by official intonation.

The documentary short depicts modern Kolomyia, where the cult of Austria-Hungary coexists with the post-Soviet reality: the developer hires a team of builders who, with thrift, brick by brick, dismantle old and uninhabitable real estate. Meanwhile, the artists invite fifteen-year-old Maksym to draw a walking route in Kolomyia: through the guide’s narration, the map of the city is transformed into a multi-layered historical palimpsest, where Soviet names are mixed with modern urban folklore and traditional Western Ukrainian piety, and “dog paths” are manifested by official intonation.

The documentary short depicts modern Kolomyia, where the cult of Austria-Hungary coexists with the post-Soviet reality: the developer hires a team of builders who, with thrift, brick by brick, dismantle old and uninhabitable real estate. Meanwhile, the artists invite fifteen-year-old Maksym to draw a walking route in Kolomyia: through the guide’s narration, the map of the city is transformed into a multi-layered historical palimpsest, where Soviet names are mixed with modern urban folklore and traditional Western Ukrainian piety, and “dog paths” are manifested by official intonation.

The documentary short depicts modern Kolomyia, where the cult of Austria-Hungary coexists with the post-Soviet reality: the developer hires a team of builders who, with thrift, brick by brick, dismantle old and uninhabitable real estate. Meanwhile, the artists invite fifteen-year-old Maksym to draw a walking route in Kolomyia: through the guide’s narration, the map of the city is transformed into a multi-layered historical palimpsest, where Soviet names are mixed with modern urban folklore and traditional Western Ukrainian piety, and “dog paths” are manifested by official intonation.

Lena and Vitya, both in their early 20s, are two kids who now have a kid of their own. In the postnatal hospital room, like in limbo, their first team project is to wake their son for a feed. As the new parents repeatedly fail, they have to deal with the irreversible changes in their lives and with each other. Meanwhile, the diaper cake silently sits in the room, like a time bomb.

Every year, thousands of Ukrainian Christians undertake a pilgrimage to Zarvanytsia, a sacred place. Between prayers they share news, brag about their wealth, take pictures of chapels, give interviews, witness miracles. Witness miracles?

Every year, thousands of Ukrainian Christians undertake a pilgrimage to Zarvanytsia, a sacred place. Between prayers they share news, brag about their wealth, take pictures of chapels, give interviews, witness miracles. Witness miracles?

Camera observes the biggest rave in Ukraine called Cxema and leads us from the image of a crowd to intimate experience of each dancer.

The stuff and visitors of one of the state institutions going through their daily routine. This buildings is full of mystery and secrets. Nobody can understand the issues they are trying to solve or to find the final destination of their corridor marathons. We can only trust and wonder how everything is organized here.

The stuff and visitors of one of the state institutions going through their daily routine. This buildings is full of mystery and secrets. Nobody can understand the issues they are trying to solve or to find the final destination of their corridor marathons. We can only trust and wonder how everything is organized here.

The stuff and visitors of one of the state institutions going through their daily routine. This buildings is full of mystery and secrets. Nobody can understand the issues they are trying to solve or to find the final destination of their corridor marathons. We can only trust and wonder how everything is organized here.

The stuff and visitors of one of the state institutions going through their daily routine. This buildings is full of mystery and secrets. Nobody can understand the issues they are trying to solve or to find the final destination of their corridor marathons. We can only trust and wonder how everything is organized here.

The stuff and visitors of one of the state institutions going through their daily routine. This buildings is full of mystery and secrets. Nobody can understand the issues they are trying to solve or to find the final destination of their corridor marathons. We can only trust and wonder how everything is organized here.

A docufiction about professional choristers singing sacred songs in the local opera. Lamentation of the ukrainian working class on-stage and behind.

A docufiction about professional choristers singing sacred songs in the local opera. Lamentation of the ukrainian working class on-stage and behind.

A docufiction about professional choristers singing sacred songs in the local opera. Lamentation of the ukrainian working class on-stage and behind.

Valentina works in Lichtenstein. She lived in Kiev until the age of 13. In 1996, during a hard transitive economic period in Ukraine, Valentina emigrated to Switzerland with her mother and stepfather. 20 years have passed.

During the political crisis in the Ukraine, young parents are going through a tough divorce. The mother wishes to emigrate with her child, but the father can't imagine living without his son.

The video work So They Won’t Say We Don’t Remember by the artist duo Yarema Malashchuk and Roman Himey is based on events surrounding a 1977 mining accident in the Donbas region that ultimately led to the mine’s closure. In the film, locals, artists, and curators traverse the surface, paralleling one of the underground routes of the Novator mine. The procession ends at the monument to the dead miners, which is located just above the site of the underground accident that led to the death of the workers. Participants walk across the postindustrial landscape of Donbas, over the plowed fields, by bushes and courtyards, connecting the ground and the underground spaces through the choreography of their bodies.