“The fabric, the soft and the straight angle, the birch, the pine, the football field, the pencil line”- nuances of everyday life. This space invites you to rest and immerse yourself in the environment, offering a moment of stillness to observe, reflect, and engage with the subtle details around you.

Each element is part of an ongoing exploration into the themes of place and belonging, shared and personal. For a long time, I have been thinking about tactility and the fragile nature of memories, embedded within the routines of our bodies. Language of belonging differs from me to you and many others. The randomness creates an experience we share.

Please look inside, lie on, touch gently, take a pencil, leave a word or few, listen

wooden thin 2-meter pole
is rotating just a bit higher than an average person's height sound is constant,
slightly high-pitch
thread connected to one end of the pole
is drugging a hollow 3cm long metal piece
it's the one that makes the sound
and curtain clips are tangled
in a randomly tangled thread
the whole knot is gathering dust
and they are all circling
leaving a darker-than-floor color trace
it will stay there most probably
a reminder of a circulation
visual echo of the sound
curvy frame
wooden blocks put together
the footage from being on the way
uneven stairs, rapidly changing
if to change focus to window -
rapidly moving pace
or non at all
to rest - fabrics are there
the question is if you dare
that is my question
who dares and how
fragile clay plates
supporting each other
being together
fragile home like
a memory of a comfort and stability

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Tilda