Putting my impression in words is probably similar to the artist's work of putting her "signature"objects
into an envelope (the sculpture) from which pieces of the story start to sneak out. But what is inside the
envelope? Can new memories be created? Nothing is more precious then memories. Without memories,
without the past there's no future.
into an envelope (the sculpture) from which pieces of the story start to sneak out. But what is inside the
envelope? Can new memories be created? Nothing is more precious then memories. Without memories,
without the past there's no future.