1 May 17:00 - 22 May
"Tell me more" - is a timid whisper, appealing to the world, a soft but persistent prayer. Just a little, a little more. We lack a tiny bit to be happy, some small knowledge, a little secret. In escaping it determines our lives, at times making them painfully precarious and elusive too. This grain of obscure knowledge, of experience, of feelings, drives us somewhere, makes us strangers, sad wanderers. We look around with expectation, yearning, searching for the details, bits of reality and we are trying to catch them up.
Following this thought, I asked myself: "What is there around me?" The snow. But what is the snow? When you live with it constantly, it seems to be stealing your time, when you see it only occasionally - it's giving. The snow might be very different and it's such a pure natural substance, there is nothing like the snow. But the snow, as everything else, leaves its marks, takes quaint forms, changes its faces, and expresses itself in barely perceptible mysterious objects, textures. The snow is silent, but it tells us a lot of stories.
Melt water flows between the blocks of ice by the same rules as the river; the drops insistently carve their porous pattern; the snowy skin has wrinkled and soon will slip from the black earth. It is not hopeless anymore, everything here conceals a promise. The answer for this timid question is about to be heard - the integrity has already been broken. These pores, these thaws are just a second between the question and the answer: soon you will find out, will know a little bit more. But you will never know everything.
So take a look around, melt down and take a different form.
Curated by Justina Nekrašaitė