Look through my eyes how time is bending backwards. These are the patterns of a life, won back from oblivion. To observe the rooms walked through during the years. A meeting with a secret spot where inner monologue can be held and everything that has happened can be explained to oneself. To be honest, to breathe together with a unique landscape of patterns. A pleasant view offers comfort; and tender feelings can be openly felt towards domestic objects. The sequence of repetitions is unspeakably enchanting. The wall patterns of the rooms are waking up, humming, yearning, crying, ranting, dreaming, falling asleep. Every room provides a stop on the journey towards oneself. Everything that is on this side of the walls remains in the view. Blending the dream and the reality sheds light to the bottomless depths of inner space. What happens is a sensuous tour from one room into another while making the real mental home for sadness. Stories can be told also without words, sometimes the important things are hidden in the untold. I feel that I am a gardener taking care of plants. Sometimes feeling joy, and then again, being sad. There are times of sleepless nights, just like frost at the night time. Life is just like weather – always changing. There is a huge difference between the summer heat and the winter chill. A ray of light is enough in order to lit up complete darkness.
Kelli Valk
Kelli Valk graduated from the department of graphic art at the Estonian Academy of Arts in 1978; she is a member of the Association of Estonian Printmakers and Estonian Artists’ Association. She was awarded the Graphic Artist of the Year by the Association of Estonian Prinmakers in 2012. Valk has been participating in exhibitions both in Estonia and abroad since 1978.
The artist expresses her gratitude to: Karoliina Kagovere, Ott Kagovere, Anni Kagovere.
Exhibition is supported by the Cultural Endowment of Estonia.
Exhibitions in Draakon gallery are supported by the Cultural Endowment of Estonia, Estonian Ministry of Culture and Liviko Ltd.
