I got Ksenia a camera: I had to in order to get my phone back. It's a cheap tiny digital camera and she has taken 5000 photos in a month, most of them are of her feet or of stretches of skirting board.
Still just as a stopped watch is right twice a day, and a million monkeys will write the De Vinci Code in less than three hours, so she gets lucky.
These are her best: her first gallery opening, so raise your glasses ladies and gentlemen and give your warmest applause to Ksooooooosha.
Her early work was an exploration of the lived reality of walls and cooking implements. Clearly it had promise, but the critical reception was harsh and undermined her fledgling confidence, which led to a series of self portraits, very much as it did with Rembrandt.
Occasionally she would explore other models, but only if they were very close to her own self genetically, and were distracted by pizza.
Faces so seldom reveal the depth of a persons true character: the radical artist will look elsewhere
"Nu, Zaitz, Nu Pogadi!"
Her brief foray into examinations of popular Russian culture promised an exciting new departure.
Before the faces came back.
Her approach to abstract expressionism and her deconstructions of colour were considered naive by many critics.
But that she would employ these new tools in a shocking and revelatory reassessment of the possibilities of the self portrait took even the most forward looking of them by surprise.
Her re-imagined and bold return to explorations of the very concept of the self seemed to offer untold possibilities.
Then she put a dog in a box
The extent of the photoshopping was cropping and contrast adjustment, the rest seems to be built in filters on the camera itself.