While working on this series of artworks I have come to increasingly feel that the time of each and every one of us is personal and unique, and the collective, universal time is just an illusion. The present for each of us consists of reality, our future expectations, and memories of the past that flash across our mind, caused by some impulse. Immersion into the past and our memories, including inherited memories, is sometimes so powerful that they affect us visually more intensely than the visible reality in front of us.
Like the olfactory memory that lets one perceive the smells based on the memories of things experienced and sensed in the past, the visible image sometimes gives a similar impulse – while you look at some visual evidence you are carried away in your thoughts to some different place and time, and you may see a whole different scene or event in your mind and become lost in the labyrinths of thought.
Writing and receiving letters is a form of relationship that is almost entirely lost nowadays, yet it is a long-lasting testimony to relationships, something that contemporary relations can not substantiate in a tangible form. The letters are also an evidence of the time one person devotes to another. It is something we do not do nowadays, we allocate much less time to the other person. Our day-to-day communication is short, fractured, careless, time-saving, which can become a hindrance to the well-being and enjoyment of our relationship.
The central image of the series is the relationships, the evidence that they have left and that still influence the descendants. Perhaps it is essential and beautiful to stop at times and look at the love of two young people, the winding path of life through the evidence they have left – letters, with signs of foxing, photos, that still have an impact on us and show us who we are are and where we come from.