‘I REMEMBER EVERYTHING AND FORGET NOTHING (A TRIPTYCH OF A YOUTH AND SEMI-DESPERATE ATTEMPTS OF ANTI-LOSING REASON)’
Multimedia Instalation for 60th Zagreb Salon (2025) curated by @kuccccccca @hdlu_hr
How do personal stories, memories, and emotions persist despite the constant transformation of time and space?
Can they be detached, like puzzle pieces, and replaced with something else?
Can I replace talking with my great-grandmother to the day before yesterday, instead of a random Tuesday in 2010?
And can we talk about her childhood, somewhere at some party, in a foreign city? With two glasses of wine and light spring jackets? With a view of the city’s skyline and the sunrise?
The urge to create something, even semi-permanent, grows stronger every day. I lose my mind between fragments of myself, objects, people, and surroundings. I lose myself in false memories and forgotten moments. The fragmentations of my identity keeps growing and multiplying. And I try to adapt, again and again (and again). I try to layer them, one on top of the other.
Shapes fall onto my head, and I keep rearranging them, rotating and reorganizing. They disappear.
Through three different locations (Berlin, Zagreb, Zaton) captured in three films, I explore the ways in which personal memory and ‘urban’ reality overlap and intertwine, how change inevitably repeats itself, making the past always present in the now, however harmless or painful. The cyclicity hurts, but heals.
Everything constantly collides. And I am everywhere at the same time. Trying to hold the fragments of myself together on one surface, before they slip away again.
Can I remember my true form and transform the need for an organized mind and stable surroundings into something multidimensional, something greater than my own unbearable longing for a quieter existence?
I know everything, I remember everything, and I forget nothing.
Can they be detached, like puzzle pieces, and replaced with something else?
Can I replace talking with my great-grandmother to the day before yesterday, instead of a random Tuesday in 2010?
And can we talk about her childhood, somewhere at some party, in a foreign city? With two glasses of wine and light spring jackets? With a view of the city’s skyline and the sunrise?
The urge to create something, even semi-permanent, grows stronger every day. I lose my mind between fragments of myself, objects, people, and surroundings. I lose myself in false memories and forgotten moments. The fragmentations of my identity keeps growing and multiplying. And I try to adapt, again and again (and again). I try to layer them, one on top of the other.
Shapes fall onto my head, and I keep rearranging them, rotating and reorganizing. They disappear.
Through three different locations (Berlin, Zagreb, Zaton) captured in three films, I explore the ways in which personal memory and ‘urban’ reality overlap and intertwine, how change inevitably repeats itself, making the past always present in the now, however harmless or painful. The cyclicity hurts, but heals.
Everything constantly collides. And I am everywhere at the same time. Trying to hold the fragments of myself together on one surface, before they slip away again.
Can I remember my true form and transform the need for an organized mind and stable surroundings into something multidimensional, something greater than my own unbearable longing for a quieter existence?
I know everything, I remember everything, and I forget nothing.
Exhibition Sketch,2025
My mom’s friend looking at the exhibited project, Oktogon, Zagreb, Croatia, 2025
