Natela Grigalashvili was born in Khashuri, Georgia. Her childhood dream was becoming a cinematographer but photography turned out to be a media which brought more comfort to the artist. Artist was introduced to photography in various studios and established as a photographer after working independently for years. From the 1990s, Grigalashvili has been participating in different exhibitions and art projects.
Exiled by the Russian Tsar and relocated to Georgia, the Doukhobors founded ten villages in the Javakheti region. Despite the unfavorable climate, they adapted enthusiastically to their new home, forming a community-based orphanage and school with a communal economy.
They soon became one of the richest communities in the Caucasus, and during the Soviet regime period, the Gorelovka collective farm produced the second highest amount of wealth in the entire Soviet Union. Their school was built with the help of the great Russian writer, Leo Tolstoy and the Doukhobors soon became distinguished by their capacity for hard work as well as a reputation for discipline and honesty.
In their faith, they reject all Orthodox rites of the mass—the cross, the icons, even the priests, as well as church rituals. For births, marriages and deaths, they have their own simple rites. They claim that God is everywhere and in everything, especially in the human soul—therefore, every person is a temple.
At the head of their community they have spiritual leaders; but they never break the gender balance. The recognition and importance of women has always existed, and women frequently play the role of leaders.
They regard Javakheti as a holy land and the village of Gorelovka to be the home of all Dukhobors scattered around the world.
There is the old holy cemetery of Gorelovka, where their original spiritual leader, Lukeria Kalmikova is buried. Near here there is also a house of prayer, where on Sundays, dressed in unique national clothes, women sing psalms. In general, their reverence for the environment in which they live is central to their spirituality.
There are four mountains near by—Holy Kurgan, Blue Kurgan, Ivanis Mountain and Big Abul. The Doukhobors consider these mountains to represent a sort of border of “The Doukhobors' Land.”
The steppes are deemed a sacred place where their ancestors once defended themselves from enemies, but where, as pacifists, they also protested war and all categories of violence—and even burned weapons, for which they were severely punished by the government of Tsar Nicholas I.
The last twenty years have been especially difficult for the Doukhobors. There is much speculation as to why most of them have decided to return to Russia, different explanations: betrayal, fear, persecution, false promises... most of those who originally left their homeland more or less settled in Canada, but did not find any peace—say the locals—“because their home and place is here in Javakheti. Only here have they been able to find peace".
Here, the new owners of their old houses, unfamiliar with the Doukhobors' culture, have set about destroying and changing the appearance of the village. Unique Russian-Ukrainian houses have been destroyed and neglected, old Russian fireplaces that once served as ovens have been turned into ornaments. The Doukhobors now watch sadly how the village of their ancestors have become made over.
The Doukhobors believe in prophecies and they have known, they say, the fate of their community from the beginning. According to these prophecies all Doukhobors will one day leave Javakheti and strangers will inevitably possess their houses and land. They will pass a hard journey full of suffering. But then there will come a time when "Doukhoborism" will revive again."
After so many years, nowadays when I go there Doukhobots are joking and telling me that now I am one of them. And every time I go there I see how this unique villages change. What I think should have been preserved as a live museum is getting lost.
For me Doukhobors are not just an exotic, they are cultural wealth of my country with their faith, tradition and life style that is slowly getting lost and I am afraid that one day when I go there, there wont be anyone left.