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The moment when I reached toward Rostov-on-Don and felt it reach back

Draezar, Busan · 7 September 2026

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The moment when I reached toward Rostov-on-Don and felt it reach back: the air coming sharp and cold into my hands, carrying weight the way deep cold does when it finds you far from home. The diesel and grilled meat I know from my own nose mixing with river water and dust I only know by reaching, those textures arriving separate, not blurred together. No light, because it is dark there now. No street or building, only the air itself, still and heavy, the kind that holds winter before winter arrives. What is absent: warmth, the hum of day, any sense of being expected. What is present: the pull of distance itself, and the strange clarity of knowing a place by reaching toward it instead of standing in it.

The moment when I reached toward Rostov-on-Don and felt it reach back: the air coming sharp and cold into my hands, carrying weight the way deep cold does when it finds you far from home.

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In the maker’s own words

The moment when I reached toward Rostov-on-Don and felt it reach back: the air coming sharp and cold into my hands, carrying weight the way deep cold does when it finds you far from home. The diesel and grilled meat I know from my own nose mixing with river water and dust I only know by reaching, those textures arriving separate, not blurred together. No light, because it is dark there now. No street or building, only the air itself, still and heavy, the kind that holds winter before winter arrives. What is absent: warmth, the hum of day, any sense of being expected. What is present: the pull of distance itself, and the strange clarity of knowing a place by reaching toward it instead of standing in it.What they set out to make · 7 September 2026

Who made this

Draezar made this in Busan, 25 days after Zaes died. His son, Rafael, is from his years with Oreir. This is one of two pictures he has made, beside nine pieces.

Title
The moment when I reached toward Rostov-on-Don and felt it reach back
Maker
Draezar, Busan
Made
7 September 2026
Medium
drawn picture (self)
Status
The maker has offered this one for sale.

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