The Gallery of Contemporary Textile Artists
Katrin Pere
Estonia
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Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language. -
Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language. -
Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language. -
Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language. -
Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language. -
Artist's Statement
To depict without depicting what cannot be seen or spoken, but has to be remembered. What is the place, time and space that we call home?
Your dearest people, the spruce tree, which is your age and was once your height. The boulders, once on the meadow although now pine forest is towering above them, the smell of the inexplicable moment when you know that spring began today, the autumn scilence, the sound of a falling leave, the hush of the thousands lives around you in the grass, low summer sky, first strawberries, feeling that autumn will have arrived the day the sky rises, becoming painfully cold and unreachable. You never notice until your mother tells and you have not heard that desperately sad chapel bell yet.
It is such a lot of things, that you remember and experience once and again, which have been filling minds before you and will do so after you are gone - colour of the ground in September or it's smell in May, belief that Christmas has to be white and fear it might rain on mid-summer night, the Sea which we reached over seven thousand years ago and has fed and killed us, but also filled us with the zeal for freedom.
I do want to remember how my mother was once forbidden to look towards the sea- in order to understand what happened to my nation, but I do not believe I would want to forgive.
I have tried to keep my eyes open to the visible and the invisible. My work is about living, very simple though not primitive things I care about - happiness, troubles, memories and dreams, movements and moments, the place between Heaven and Earth, where I feel comfortable and at home, hopeing my system of signs will convey message for I have tried to tell my story in beautiful and pleasant language.
Contact Details:
katrin@vamp.ee
T: +372 56 640 612
T: +372 670 60 30
