Imagine one day you are given a box... A simple one, approx. 50x30x20 or so, and in that box you have to put the things you care about. For those of us who has to travel and move around knows exactly what it feels like. This days we tend to pack 'functional' in the boxes - suitcases, while the items of some sentimental value - photographs, conversations, moments, tend to be digital.
When looking at myself, at my life, my approach to things, I have realized the extend of hoarding which I possess regardless the fact that I have to move from place to place from time to time...
I keep things. I keep photographs printed out. I keep paintings and sketches and print outs and papers and books and small items. If I don't get to take them with me they stay in the place which I am leaving...sometimes I wish I could go back, take it all in, feel the same way I've felt before (it is possible I still live in the past).
In this project I was able to represent myself through the past, through the memories of it and through the experiences. To do so I have created a Memory Vault, an archive, a space that functions as a storage room for all the things I find important, not always functional. In this scenario I am allowed to enter the vault, look around the things I have, go up through the levels and stairs, get to the roof and reminisce, remember...
The space only works on the inside. On the outside it can be a box, quite literally. Inside, however, it is a simple space with a complex meaning. Each corner has to feel 'real', be 'used' and carry the zeitgeist within itself. Sterile, clean, empty is irrelevant here.
The box has symbols in it. Some of them maybe more personal than the others. There is a particular choice for the ambiance of the floor. All the details are selected carefully.
Take a moment to find the meaning, or simply guess it, in an attempt to understand who am I.
This moment of self reflection through architecture was captured with the help of the one and only Alexander Brodsky whose influence on the work, though subtle, is definite.
Thank you.
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