Brother and Sister - same Satan (She hadn't... He woudn't...) is a story of me and my dead sister, what she hadn't become and what I wouldn't become. It is about a connection between us, her influence, our similarities, queerness. It is a dialogue.

I think, the dead keep being present. On a rise of fascism and era of non-truth, I see it as a bridge to reality and origins in a wider socio-political context

*Brother and Sister - same Satan (ukr/rus) - rephrase of “Husband and Wife - same Satan” made and constantly repeated by my sister that means together as one, bonded, the same.



Second part: Brother and Sister - same Satan (Water and Wind)