DUST TO DUST

Reflections and it’s emotions in changing times. By times i feel a growing need to understand the notion of ‘undoing’ something. Can we undo our actions, our damage to the world, our history, our self-evident comfort, our privilege. As an attempt of understanding this, i started experiments around the concept of undoing. Questioning, can i unlearn something, what are the mechanisms behind this? Literally by making and unmaking, from dust to dust, a repetitive physical action. An attempt of gaining embodied knowledge. I’m not expecting to find immediate answers.

In the first experiment i unraveled my own project, a woolen carpet i knitted with industrial textile waste. It took me weeks to make it, a few hours to unmake it. It felt like a process of undoing self-evident comfort.

Comfort, Lock down, locked up, strapped, intertwined, entangled, constrained, restricted, transience, obedience, fighting against time, suffocated, slow, giving time, speeding up, need to set loose, translucent, break free, unmaking, undoing, unlearning, open, give new form, new life, breath, air, light.

dust to dust undoing comfort, accepting transience


The second experiment was done in Lithuania, near the Belarus border, at LT_Ranch, @lt_ranch_space . A wonderful place, an artist in residence by Kristina Kotov.

At the time i was there, Lithuania and Poland were building fences at the Belarus border to stop migrants entering Europe. In this situation people are used as a political instrument. I’m privileged as a European citizen to benefit from inherited wealth. But does it really belong to me? And why not to someone outside that wall / fence?

In this context, i felt like undoing a self-built ‘silver lace’ looking fence. Can we undo a sense of safety, accept being na├»ve, to be vulnerable? Loose privilege? What are fences stopping beyond humans? It creates borders for animals and nature as well, minimize their habitat. Why should all that land belong to us? Who (or better what) should have ownership of the land?

I first build a fence. It took me a few days. It took even longer to unmake it, cutting wire piece, by wire piece. A monotonous process. Feeling vulnerable in doing this, getting cut by the wire. Whilst doing this, i started to see more and more details. Butterflies and bees buzzing by. It felt like they were reclaiming their territories as well.

Undo, defense, fence, lace, silver, privilege, cutting, sharp, doubt, vulnerable, gentile, harsh, translucent, opaque, open up, empathy, human touch, animals, butterfly effect.

dust to dust undoing privileges , accepting vulnerability