Dark days come and go. They leave traces all over your life. You can surrender and these traces will slowly destroy you. You can try to overcome them and use them to create something new on the ruins instead. Ironically, the dark events remain so important only for you and vanish quickly from the minds of others. You are searching for sympathy, you are sympathized and yet inevitably lonely, even if you are amid a crowd of very sensible people.
The concept was born a year before the actual start of the project. I was then put out on the street by my housemate J. whom I also had had a sexual relationship with. I needed to create some distance between myself and the dark reality where this 'I' had no shelter, no food, no money, was about to lose her job, was afraid to be dismissed from the academy and was diagnosed with mild depression.
In a year after the actual event, I began working on the project. I re-read about 5 000 messages that J. and I wrote to each other. Consequently, I reconstructed the story which was then recorded as an audio.
In the next stage, I invited 20 men and women of different ages to take part in a 'special' photo session. Each time I used the same light setting and played the audio. I was photographing the faces of the people while they were listening.
Within a few weeks after each photo session, I met the 'models' again and asked to tell me back what they still remember.
The pictures are presented together with the records and the public is invited to reconstruct my narrative. The installation is activated by an intervention performance. I address a lover's monolog to one of the visitors (who doesn't expect me to do this) and try to convince him or her that I am truly and deeply in love with this person. And even so, I don't expect this person to change his or her life just because I am in love with him or her.