Hence, there is a temptation to perceive the mechanisms that set existence itself in motion as springs and gears, pretty much eaten away by corrosion. Millions of years have worn out their teeth.

But what if the blind Watchmaker who started the course of time initially did not care much about taking ideal parts, sparkling with fresh oil? What if even before the time when substances, extended and thinking, merged into one, these mechanisms were the same.

We are lucky that we have not yet witnessed events of a planetary scale: global overturning of tectonic plates, boiling of seas, collisions of celestial bodies. Therefore, both our minor torments and the vicissitudes of history seem to us evidence of the extreme wear of universal mechanics. Solipsism is such a solipsism...

Olga Drob-Pervushina with her new series "Ex machina" seems to have stepped into the territory of such reflections. Her works are an aestheticization of the perishable, irreversible, and, therefore, natural and inescapable. "Strange" artifacts, devoid of specific functionality.