postfactum

This piece was not about Nostalgia (as it written on the wall). Nostalgia was a "brand" which I used because could not express my idea without mediator at that time. I wanted to say about the taste, about gradually disappearing taste of memories, and about sweetness of separation.

Honey (left table) - initial point, quintessenss of memories, when they are alive and painful, and dense like honey, they are able to kill their owner. The ancient torture - quick sweet death - to overflow with honey - when it is in my bowels I am already dead.

Refined sugar (middle) - recollections as a building material, they have solid clear shapes, they are selected. Then I erect white palace of recollections of these neutral rectangular forms. Like fed child begins to play with food, I start to build after I ate too much honey.

Granular sugar (right table) - memories which lose their power. I make a cardiogram of it because it still can push my heart to beat faster. It is the last point but coming.

There are three parts of this piece and I put a chair without a seat near each of them, trying to say by this that it is impossible to act in the past, only imagine it.