Where does humanity begin? What keeps us together? Aren’t those moments, those small things, which make us one, memories of the things we have in common, every tiny instance of our universality? There are some things in the life of every one of us, which are not just ours, things, which belong to the entire humankind… Who would not recall the smell of the ground after a summer rain, a sunny day in late autumn, the sound of fresh snow under our feet, who can’t recall the first disappointments in their lives, the fears, the courage, the love; can we bring the memory of those atoms of our lives, of our humanity to anyone to whom we say , do you remember…? We can now understand perfectly, now we know a lot from the lives of the others, we don’t have an excuse to remain speechless and absent in front of the other. Do you remember the sound of the snow under your feet?

Filip Piskaãev

Unsaid (Wish)

See this picture, well it’s not the picture, it’s not even the "installation," ...well I don’t know what it is! The public did not tell me what they wish for! The cake with the candle was there, the matches were there, the people were there, but everyone light their candle for oneself and thought about something else.
One of the curators said this is not a cake! It’s too small (maybe his wish was to have a bigger cake?) My mother was angry because I didn’t bake the cake…
Two artists were blowing the candle one after another saying “It's my Artwork now!”
If you could see the wishes the people made…

Close your eyes make a wish...