Towa Palovaara

I Looked at an Angle
(That Did Not Exist)

I write words in the snow in winter
In the summer, I no longer exist

My degree project is an invitation into a room.
Is it possible to recreate a sense of memories that are constantly changing?
I have created a sort of archive, building blocks in geometric shapes from, among other things, recycled materials with transformative and perishable properties. There is no blueprint.

After the exhibition, the walls, ceiling and floor will be destroyed. It is important that it disappears.