Emotional memory of scampering
How such a delicate thing as a straw can withstand the great force of wind and various weather? How is it possible it can bear a bird that is heavier than itself without breaking?
I consciously seek a place in my mind that would serve me like an oasis. That would calm my racing thoughts of daily demands, tasks, aspirations, and fears. That would save me from the illusion of necessity to perform and deliver in accordance with my recollections of society and culture I live in. That would reveal in front of my eyes what is truly important and how to get there, how to find it and how to follow it.
My meditation is my work. Treading straw by straw. Adding them one by one to recreate a patch of emotional memory of a place, to form again longed needed feeling.
Running carelessly through vast fields, gulping down early morning air, sun, colors, dew, smell, was one of my preferred before all other activities when I was a child. I tasted my freedom as narrow as my outstretched arms and as wide as my gaze scampering on the fields…
That was the time proceeding my conscious seeking of a place that would bring me peace.
The site-specific installation was exhibited at Cultivator - Chicago Art Exhibitions & Farm Art Projects at Bray Grove Farm on May 2019.