1st Studio Siberian Mouse | Masha And Veronika Babko Hard Avi Taltaim
1st Studio Siberian Mouse is a multidisciplinary creative hub that emerged in the early‑2010s in the cultural hotspot of Siberia’s Trans‑Siberian art scene. The name blends a playful nod to the region’s iconic wildlife (the “Siberian mouse”) with a declaration of being the first organized studio of its kind to unite visual arts, experimental music, and digital media under one roof.
| Function | Tools & Spaces | Typical Workflow | |----------|----------------|-------------------| | Recording | 24‑track analog tape machine, Pro‑Tools HDX, 5‑axis robotic mic‑arm | Artists record live instruments → Rough mix → Transfer to tape for “warmth” → Digital edit | | Production | Modular Eurorack, Ableton Live, custom “Avi‑compressor” plugin | Sound design (field samples + synths) → Arrangement → Hard‑Avi mastering | | Visuals | Projection mapping suite (Resolume + Unity), 3‑D printers | Masha sketches concepts → 3‑D models printed → Real‑time projection synced to music | | Distribution | Bandcamp, DistroKid, limited‑edition vinyl pressings (via Russian Pressings Ltd.) | Digital release → Physical press (usually 500 copies) → Tour promotion |
The studio’s floor was riddled with old wooden planks and forgotten compartments. Veronika knelt, lifted a loose board, and discovered a narrow, dust‑cloged passage. She pulled a flashlight from her pocket, and Masha darted ahead, her tiny paws making barely a sound. Production Aesthetic:
The tunnel sloped down, its walls lined with ancient carvings of wolves, eagles, and—most curiously—mouse silhouettes holding paintbrushes. The deeper they went, the colder it became, until the air was tinged with a faint, metallic scent.
At the tunnel’s end, a massive cavern opened up. In its center stood a pedestal of ice, atop which rested a stone the size of a walnut, shimmering with an inner light that pulsed like a heartbeat. It was the Hard Avi‑Taltam. 1st Studio Siberian Mouse is a multidisciplinary creative
Around the pedestal, the cavern walls were covered in frozen murals: scenes of people soaring on dragons, cities built from clouds, and forests that sang. Each painting seemed alive, as if waiting for a breath of imagination to spring forth.
Veronika stepped forward, her breath fogging in the icy air. “We’ve found it,” she murmured. “Now we must understand how to wield it.” | Function | Tools & Spaces | Typical
Masha perched on the pedestal’s edge, her tiny paws barely touching the stone. The stone vibrated, and a low hum resonated through the cavern—like the echo of a distant choir.