Ruslana Nosák
Ruslana Nosák (b. 1991, Russia) is a painter based in Luxembourg. Trained as an architect, she has lived and worked across Europe, including Berlin, before settling in Luxembourg. Her paintings examine what happens to identity under conditions of constant displacement.
Working in oil on canvas, Nosák builds up translucent layers that allow forms to emerge and recede simultaneously. Figures hover between presence and absence. Architectural lines appear as fragile scaffolding before drifting apart or dissolving entirely. The works exist in a state of flux: neither figurative nor abstract, but caught in the act of transformation.
Her practice is rooted in the lived experience of migration. Moving between countries, languages and cultural systems means constantly rebuilding yourself. Structures you relied on stop working. Reference points vanish. Nosák's paintings make this visible. They are not about displacement, they enact it.
Recent exhibitions include Berlin Art Week with Haze Gallery (2021); Vorona Gallery, Berlin (2023); Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow (2020); and group shows at Super Chief Gallery, New York
Exhibitions
2023
«Die Welt ist Frau», Vorona Gallery, Berlin🇩🇪
2021
«The other side of zeros and ones by Mayer Pavilion» Unifying Gate Festival, Berlin 🇩🇪
«Pavilion Russe», Haze Gallery, Berlin Art Week, Berlin🇩🇪
«I choose Berlin», Living Gallery, Berlin🇩🇪
«Neural Coeffcients», CCI Fabrica, Moscow🇷🇺
«My love is your love», Super Chief Gallery, NYC🇺🇸
2020
«New Reality», 100th anniversary of UNOVIS, Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow🇷🇺
«Kryukrinoksy by Andrey Bartenev», Here on Taganka Gallery, Moscow🇷🇺
«Art Patrol», Omelchenko Gallery, Moscow🇷🇺
Publications
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Statement
I paint figures that are coming undone.
My work comes from years of moving between Russia, Berlin and Luxembourg.
When you live like this, identity becomes something you reassemble constantly.
The ground keeps shifting. What felt solid yesterday dissolves today.
You adapt, rebuild, start again.
In the paintings, forms begin to lose their edges. A figure might be there, then not quite there. Lines try to hold space together but drift apart.
I work slowly in oil, building up thin veils of colour over weeks.
The surface becomes a place where things appear and disappear at once.
My training as an architect shows in the work, but not as geometry. It shows as an instinct for structure at the moment it fails. The lines are scaffolding for something already collapsing. They suggest order but cannot maintain it.
The paintings are about living between states. Not belonging fully anywhere. Existing in that strange condition where nothing is fixed and everything is provisional. Identity not as something you have, but as something you constantly remake from fragments.