Mikhail Orlov

Mikhail Orlov, at 40, has been living on the edge of the vast Siberian wilderness, running the lone barber corner in a truck-stop town along the Trans-Siberian Highway. His interactions are limited to the transient truckers and the stoic men from the nearby correctional colony. Rituals ground his life, as the discipline required in both cutting hair and creating his unique art provides a semblance of control. His sleepless nights are filled with the scent of rain-soaked dirt, an olfactory archive of the stories passing through this forgotten edge of the world.