Erosion of a Future Memory - Deflated State of Being

Truth is an emotion, it flows through our body. Veins, chest, heart. And the question is how much do we hear her rustling, her warmth melting our in our chests. We bathe in a storm of warm and cold that murmurs and shakes under the flash of the thunder that revives and changes us. To accept the new means to enter the struggle. TEXT: Nikolina Butorac


I want to materialize a sequence of different memories, which form activities that honestly depict the current state of the planet and us, through the gesture of , ephemeral interventions, performances and sculptural objects that can shape boundaries, indicate trajectory, and enable views.