Kadri Mälk (Estonia)

Our memory is always selective and subjective, always. You can remember the smell of fir trees from your childhood and the forest, every tree in it. Or an image of your lover on his face when he said you something important. It’s like engraved into your memory. It has power.
One of the pieces which will be exhibited in Vilnius is the Key. It’s the key of my cabinet at our previous academy building. I carried it in my pocket and almost automatically could open the door of my cabinet. Now we are working in a new building where the doors are opening just by waving with the magnetic card. But I still carry with me my old keys although no need any more. It’s the power of the memory. Magic of a place.