GOING BACK TO CHILDHOOD MEMORIES THROUGH ART

  My dear blog followers, once again this week I have new updates from my life for you.

This past week has been great to me, probably because I got to spend time with two of my friends visiting an art gallery in Prishtina. Have you ever visited an art gallery that made you feel like you were reliving parts of your childhood?

This was my first time vising an art exhibition. The exhibition's name was "a place without walls" by artists Djellza Azemi, Anjesa Dellova, Anita Mucolli, Kelly Tissot and jpp. From what I understood, the exhibition draws on the concept of space and time, language and relationships, home in relation to memory.

When I first got there I had a reminisce of the time when I got to visit Manifesta Biennial. I really liked it and I would definitely suggest you go and visit it for your own pleasure.

One thing I didn't like was that nobody was there to introduce us to the art works, but luckily we got information from a brochure given to us.

The first lines on the brochure were beautiful and poetic so I would like to quote them for you:

"because there are always those places to love,

others for loving each other,

others for reading one's secret aloud,

and a hundred to cry with joy and sadness"- Shkelqim Qestaj

My interpretation of this poetic piece is that everything has its own time and place, and that we should let it be when the moment is appropriate.

There were two stories that in the brochure that I enjoyed reading the most.

The first one was called "smell of smoke" by Azadbek Bekchanov. The storyline was about issues that immigrants face. How when they are in their homeland, even the smell of smoke feels good. This story hit me because my father was an immigrant and his stories always make me emotional when he tells me how much he missed his Kosove and the feeling of being around his family.

The second story was called "garden and room" which made me even more emotional and attached to the storyline. I am a very nostalgic person and ever since I lost my grandmother who was my best friend,I look up to the stuff that we used to do together and want to cherish and keep them forever in my memories. While reading the story of the garden, I portrayed me and my grandparents playing in our garden,since it was our favorite outdoor activity. I felt like the girl in the story that loved her garden because her dad used to call it their "heaven". Those beautiful moments in our garden, are my "heaven".

The story of "room" made me realize how important is to have your own space. Where four walls and a window is enough to make you feel relaxed. Where you can be yourself without being judged. The bed where you lay and you dream, is the place where you escape reality.

A tiny piece of at made me meet my old self, that's why I learnt to appreciate art more than I did before this experience.

Attached are some photos I took at the exhibition.(1st credits: Aurela Latifaj)

I am planning to visit similar places, so if you want to join me, email me on alketa.xhemajlaj@gmail.com, so we can have a meeting and discuss about it.

I hope you liked this week's blog. If you have any comments or if you already visited the exhibition, I would like to read your interpretations.

See you next week with new updates.

Love,

Alketa.