Performance/ Video/ Installation

Put your head on my shoulder baby
Things can’t get any worse
Night is getting colder
Sometimes life feels like it’s a curse
I can’t carry these sins on my back
Don’t wanna carry any more
I’m gonna carry this train off the track
I’m gonna swim to the ocean floor
(Mdn 7, 2.1-2)

Visitors were admitted to the exhibition space one at a time, they were asked to take a postcard in with them with ghostly images of one the artists (Helena, Liisa or Pille-Riin) with the words ‘I Have Something To Confess…’ written in pink on the front of the cards and blank empty space on the back. The objective was to fill in their card with their own confession and bring it back out to the attendant waiting behind a desk at the exhibition entry/exit. At first the visitor thinks they are just there to contemplate and confess, but as a last task – they are asked to take with them someone else’s confession.
(Text written by Stacey Koosel)



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