In the artist's words:

When Nikita came to Germany from Ukraine with his parents at the age of five, he had to realize over the years: A person may be able to leave the Soviet Union, but the Soviet Union can never leave a person. No wonder that Nikita's grandfather still doesn't speak a word of German today after years of rigorously copying the Duden dictionary.

Expectations of the West were high, the possibilities seemed endless. But Nikita Miller understood: Sitting between two cultures is terribly exhausting. The family tugs at one side, the new life at the other. So he tinkered diligently in his thought laboratory, mixing something here and there, taking something out and sprinkling a little glitter on top.