Seeds / intervention / work cycle

A new place, the process of recognition, recognition of a place, and through place — recognizing yourself and your reactions. What is this my new home? What is he like? What am I like in it? New house with coordinates 44.647869 20.256768. Coordinates in favorites in google maps to don’t get lost. I leave my new home and I’m walking along the road, along the road of recognizing a new area. I look for fragments that are close to me with my eyes, I listen smells and sounds, I feel the relief with my feet, I walk alone along this way. There is an unfinished house on this path, it never became new to anyone. Didn’t show up there is new life in it. But there are faces of the future on it residents. They did not settle into their new home, but they left their portraits on it. I’m making a cast head, copying it in the folds of foil. Wind breaks the print and I follow him. I take care of him so that it does not get crushed by the wheels of a passing road cars. I’m taking care of the imprint of someone’s never-begun life in a new house. I want to preserve my memory. I carry your own and other people’s memory. Memory retains the past life for the future. I’m looking for a new home for my memories. New old house. There was once in an old house life. There is a milk jug on the window. Inside old house there are remains of a bed on where someone was sleeping. Now they live in an old house cats, and the roof almost collapsed. The old house is not fit for a new life. I carry the imprint further. The field is plowed. It’s getting ready to grow new life, ready to accept it. I’m sowing the seeds of a new one life on the field. They will sprout, I will sprout in a new one home, in a new place.