Since I was 17, I've worked silly jobs that gave me just enough money to survive. These were evening shifts, weekend gigs, and online side hustles while stuck in traffic on my way to school and back home.

For these jobs, I had one moral condition - no attachment, no dedication: I saw them as temporary necessities to stay afloat.

I worked as a sales associate at Zara, a museum attendant at the Garage Museum of Contemporary Art, an usher at Electrotheatre Stanislavsky, a hostess at a yoga club, again as a museum attendant at the Gulag History Museum, a bookstore manager, a mediator at a quirky color therapy exhibition, an operator for an online yoga and health marathon, a social studies tutor, a painting workshop instructor for kids, a cataloguer at an antique shop, a children's face painter (1 day), a social media designer, a brochure designer, a designer of everything…

And a year ago, I made an important decision - no more stupid jobs. I’ll try to make only art (and find money somewhere along the way).