PORTFOLIO
Portfolio
Ksenia
Klimacheva
Ceramic and graphic artist
Keys to doors that no longer exist/ключи от дверей, которых больше нет
Personal project
Gallery Bogorodskoe, Moscow.
1.05.22 — 30.05.22
Curator Daria Yaromenok.
The project centers on NIIDAR, a Moscow-based former long-distance radio communications research institute turned creative hub. I rented a workshop in building №3. NIIDAR was a mini-city with canteens, shops, gyms, and spaces for various artists.
Sadly, in October 2021, we learned the buildings were to be demolished for a new residential complex. "Keys to Doors That No Longer Exist" pays homage to NIIDAR's memories, acknowledging it as more than just buildings — a thriving organism and community.
The exhibition features graphic sheets of the buildings, a ceramic model, and an installation with artist-molded faience keys, based on photographs from the original owners. The ongoing demolition has displaced creative individuals, struggling to find suitable alternatives.
İçimdeki Şehir / The City Within Me
Personal Exhibition İSKİ Kuzguncuk Kültür Evi, Istanbul. September 1 – 6, 2025
İSKİ Kuzguncuk Kültür Evi is a very atmospheric place: a former pumping station, an industrial building with brick walls, which perfectly resonates with the theme of the works. The artist spent a whole year preparing and waiting for her turn to exhibit here.
The exhibition features works created over the past two and a half years.
The exposition includes graphic and ceramic works dedicated to industrial landscapes, architecture, and the transformation of urban space. Kseniia explores the dialogue between the city and the human being, inviting the viewer to see the city as a living organism.
Bureau of Industrial Diagnosis
Site-specific project in Granska Gallery, Belgrade
2026
Belgrade carries many industrial marks on its body — abandoned sites, repurposed ones, destroyed ones.
In Moscow I rented studios twice in former large factories. Both times the factories were demolished. I carried my belongings out and watched a place disappear — a place where I could be without stepping outside: workshops, shops, canteens, a community of people. Cities within a metropolis, destined to give way to residential developments.
Some of these old factories look like crashed spaceships. Giant rusting ruins. Monstrous buildings of monstrous beauty. Some are so enormous that people can no longer manage them. Others are so small and insignificant that people don't notice them at all. They die and decay, and nobody has the resources to restore them or to finally demolish and dispose of them.
