Get to Heaven is a lament. It’s an embroidered trace of longing, memory, and belief. A white shirt, stitched with Job’s Tear seeds, recalls a sentence from a childhood book I think I remember: “But what about a bird seed shirt?” In the story, a boy searches for ways to reach his dead father, imagining birds lifting him into the sky. The seeds, hold layers of devotion; the biblical sufferer is echoed in the beads used for rosaries, themselves prayers made tangible. Worn against the body, the shirt is both offering and hope: a garment of heavy grief, and a quiet, impossible wish to be carried upwards.

It is also, I have later realised, the story I told myself as a child in place of my Grandpa’s search for his own father, who was one of the victims of Katyn.

Photographed by Yevheniia Havrylenko for Kunsthaus Dahlem, Berlin, and Alicja Kielan for Galerie Op Enheim, Wrocław