TO MY FATHER
THE PROJECT DEDICATED
2019-2023
documentary
MASALLI
The project has exclusively materiales, which didn't publish anywhere.


I was born in the wilderness of Eastern Siberia, in a small town called Bratsk in Russia, however I am originally from the North Caucasus - Azerbaijan. Can you feel this parallel in one sentence the same as I do? Living in Bratsk as a foreigner and craving for my origins has always haunted me. I had to move to Baku city with my mother when I was 16.

My father was one of the most influential people in my life. He was always my close friend and understood me better than among family members. Unfortunately, when we decided to move to Baku, my father stayed in Bratsk. It wasn't an easy experience, however we constantly kept in touch and stayed close to each other. He even has planned to visit me on my birthday, which made me over the moon. Unfortunately, he died 23 days before my birthday in 2020.I was born in the wilderness of Eastern Siberia, in a small town called Bratsk in Russia, however I am originally from the North Caucasus - Azerbaijan. Can you feel this parallel in one sentence the same as I do?

Living in Bratsk as a foreigner and craving for my origins has always haunted me. I had to move to Baku city with my mother when I was 16.




Whereas I lived in Baku, the funeral took place in Masalli where my origins come from. So, we had to move to Masalli in order to bid farewell to my father. Given that all this happened it was not easy to move through the cities during quarantine. It was almost impossible to travel outside the city and return to Baku. For this reason, my accommodation was getting long in Masalli.

Resigned to my longing, I found motivation in my camera. I was looking for something sensitive and unique - in the photographs that I started to shoot as much as possible. I began to visit my relatives. Due to the fact that I had lived far away from my relatives for many years, I realized that I appreciate this great chance to get to know them much better. I chose the way of storytelling to communicate and at the same time I was shooting them.

Quarantine opened up a new point of view for me, intangible until now. At that moment, I figured out that my father had been always trying to explain the mystics of Masalli to me all this time. He showed me the origins; giving me a chance to feel my native lands and people. That thought motivated me to get even closer to his relatives.

We began to spend more time with unknown relatives conversing over traditional tea who I have never had a chance to know. This allowed me to understand that connection with these people was invisible until that moment. Then, I was imbued with their vision, traditions, and way of life. At that time, I understood why I wanted to photograph them.
I have filmed this project for two years that helped me realize a part of myself and my origins, which I could not feel for many years.
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