When the flowers are silent
2023

performance 15 minutes

black wooden shields, fragmented fabric painted with acorns/metallic water, Mohrytsya
chalk, ceramic black osteons

A thing created on Sunday, gives hope that a stone will become a tree.
The one gives hope that the tree will become water.
This is a continuation of my reflections on remnant and loss, fragmentation and integrity,
something we come back to, something that needs unification. I see places close to me,
like unfolded fabric, scraps, fragments of which I put together, unreachable.
A trace of white chalk on the black river Psel. The water is black, the psel l os is dark, I
remember the color, I move it to a place 905 km away and . Memories of water, of the river,
of flowers, of the white color of chalk.
The flowers are silent until I see them.
The river is silent until I hear it.
Places are silent until I remember them.
I reproduce, therefore I remember.