Some people remember their childhood quite well. I guess it’s not the case for Doe. Remembering time, places, and people was never Doe’s thing. A lack of memory. Why should Doe remember? What should Doe remember?
Memory can be a tricky friend. We forget the hard times always, our brain does that automatically, to protect us. And somehow the good times get banished slowly, at least in Doe’s case. Forgetting the names of some old friends can be sad, or just natural. Who and what was Doe leaving behind?
That old village, the sun in August, a European desert. A flock of birds moving South. Nobody’s around, except the warm noise of bugs, sunshine, and water, pool water, pool water really far away.
Splashes, wetting the sandstone. The warm limestone of the house, the coldness of the granite kitchen countertop. Splashes of memories come from time to time. I guess it’s part of running away, or just running. Poor Doe is still afraid.
The train was still at high speed when it suddenly stopped. You can go by train from Beijing to Madrid. Doe was just going back home. Europe is a good place to be a nomad, like the Tartars that helped Beuys in Crimea. Doe wished to be buried, like Beuys, at least for a few days.
Doe looked through the window. It was dark outside, train rails, the horizon really far, and the first green traces in the wheat fields. Doe thought about the suburbs, the small window in the bedroom, blocks as far as the eye can see. Why did the train stop? Doe woke up from the seat, and the train was empty. Almost, not really, but Doe remembers the train being empty. The doors opened when Doe started to walk. A cold breeze entered the train. Some pages of the book Doe left behind on the seat started to move. Doe remembers it was a green-covered book. Doe couldn’t give me more details.
Doe got out of the wagon and tried to find some answers. A screwdriver next to the rail. A copper wire next to Doe’s first step. Why did the train stop? Why did Doe want to tell me about this? I think I’m missing something. Doe still had the buffalo boots and was wearing them when all of this happened. The earth was wet, it was almost mud. Hard rain that morning, probably. Doe was lucky to be wearing his boots. I guess that night the train was almost a boat, crossing the waterlogged fields. I used to go with Doe to that abandoned farm, behind the hill by the pool, which was similar to sailing in the wet fields, but Doe doesn’t remember that.
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Krulli Kvartal
Mehaanikatsehh
Volta 1c, 10411 Tallinn
Vernissage: 14.05 18:00
Open 15.05 – 16.05.2024 10:00 – 18:00
Exhibiting artists: Léan Hötzel, Nils Geffre , Louisa Seidl, Tomasz Jarosz , Anna Broučková, Lucille Gonzalez , Katariina Kesküla , Halyna Yaroshenko, Clara-Marlen Wilke, Charlotte Gisèle Chapuis, Martí Castillo, Marína Gerða Bjarnadóttir, Asmus Soodla
Curators: Léan Hötzel, Clio Pavlidis Andersson
Writer: Martí Castillo, translation by Triinu Ojala
Communication: Emilia Santaella, Lucille Gonzalez
Exhibition manager: Katariina Kesküla, Joost Jansohn
Exhibition design: Lin Puype, Martí Castillo, Emma Johanson, Asmus Soodla, Louisa Seidl
Graphic design: Charlotte Gisèle Chapuis, Joost Jansohn
Co-Producers: Tobias Laborie, Diána Rakonczai
We want to thank everybody who took part in realising this exhibition. Without your help this wonderful event would not have been possible. Special thanks to Laura De Jeager, who initiated this whole project. She energised us with her weekly input and helped everyone to find their specific role. We also want to thank our guest artists, Alex Webber and Siebert Mispelon, for their fun and interesting exercises. Moreover we want to thank the international department of EKA and Erasmus+ for their financial support. We are grateful to Krulli for helping us with this space. And last but not least we want to thank everyone who came to our exhibition.
Photography: Jarmo Nagel
