When we are young, we want to be adventurous, we want to explore the world, see new places, try to live differently for once and be far from our home.

Caves are prevalent images in the world of myths, legends and cults. Early humans used to live in caves before they start to developed their living spaces. The cave symbolise humans archetype of housing. In the series caves & spaceships I search for intersections between nature and the primal and new architecture of post-soviet time and Saakashvili era in Georgia and compare the contrast between ancient natural surface and future-oriented forms which stays as a symbol for progression, longings for the future and the European accession.

My mother was born in the beginning of World War II in a small village. By this time her father was already in war, from where he didn’t return. She was ten years old when her mother died. She was hit by a train. I remember her saying once: “I was at school, in the middle of the lesson, one of my classmates opened the classroom door and yelled: Keto, your mother is dead”.  Since then she was raised by her brothers and their wives. I don’t know much about her childhood, because she didn’t like to speak about it. I only have fragments, those I’ve gathered through the years, randomly said by her or her relatives.

There is an old legend the Abkhaz people like to tell to the visitors: When God gave each nation its place under the sun, the Abkhaz was too busy taking care of his guests so he came late and there was no land left for him. But God remembered the great hospitality of the Abkhaz so he gifted him the only place left where God himself wanted to live – the small region on the shores of the Black Sea.