Everything we know about the space around us is an echo of our aspirations, calls, prayers. Thinking, self-awareness, is locked in this truism, because beyond its borders is an infinite singularity, a frightening unknown.

But. What is more capable of telling about a person: his manifestations, appeals to the unknown, there, beyond the event horizon, or the emptiness that remains of a person if (and when) he disappears from the world?

A long time ago, at the dawn of archeology, scientists guessed to fill the voids in the ash and lava that engulfed Pompeii with gypsum. "Sculptures" arose - casts of the last seconds of the lives of the inhabitants of the vanished city. Eerie and beautiful.

The series "Days of Pompeii" by Olga Drob-Pervushina is an attempt to introduce native temporality into the archaic modernist painting practice. A cast, an imprint, of one of the moments.