Pink room for remembering

Solo show in Draakoni Gallery, Tallinn

"We sink into our memories, at times even drown in them. It can seem as if the past is still here, living with us. But memory is a deceitful and imperfect thing, it always loses and changes something. Details disappear into the quiet of forgetting, allowing us to move forward and be present, stopping it all from becoming too much to bear.

Yet still, involuntarily, we fall back into our little pictures. Into smells, colors, places that we’ve been, people we’ve seen. Into the way the sun hung in the sky behind the window on that day and how it cast the shadow of the tree onto the ground. It’s as if we are searching our memories for some kind of singularity into which we must dissolve, whether we like it or not. 

A shabby little stage, its window losing its shape, the furniture inside has lost its proportions and the tree that grew behind the window has been reduced to a ghostly sketch. It's as if someone has been here. One of them was lying down, the other one sat, kept guard, and took care. Only fragments of them are now remembered. The scene still plays in its little box, but it is something else than the real thing was, it's a play, a memory. 

A lonesome foal lies on the ground. Poor, sad thing. We mourn the ones we’ve lost, take care of our sick and feel sorry for helpless little animals. It's human to care. It’s human to remember."