Kyiv’s nocturnal circuitry hums through zeroday’s practice. Resonance and architecture are collapsed into memory's vibration, sound slipping into a terrain of disappearance. His is a geography traced through frequencies.

Collaborations with ∄ unfold as sensory topographies: shifting fields of light, pressure, and breath, where the body registers change before the mind can name it. Each installation is made to function as an apparition, a golem assembled from ruin and persistence, fueled with endurance yet existing only as long as it is felt.