What is Memory?
The memory of each person has it's own unique face; to reveal it one must look for a symbol that will expresses the essence of the life of that particular individual. If it was a joyful person, the memory should provoke laughter. Drying up tears we bring the dead back to earth, returning him life in a form of an interactive monument. The memory is a space reserved for happy moments of the past. The residence permit is issued only to the dead who were joyful people full of life.
The monuments that I propose are ephemeral, fragile, ever-changing. They melt in the sun, fall apart at the first gust of wind, are full of holes, they are not designed to last. My funeral monuments are interactive: their existence depends on the vitality and creativity of the deceased person's friends and relatives, who must always renew them and redo them. I envision Happy Cemetery as a fun interactive playground that unleashes creativity. Sadness, suffering, loneliness and pain will vanish through the action of joyous theatrical performances, games invented on the spot, and spaces for reflection between the chirping of birds. A sensual smile of healthy, beautifully curled red lips should be humanity's answer to the toothless grin of death.
Here is how I envision graves of some friends, most of whom are still alive.
Monument to Jean
Jean is a very good man.
Owner of an antique shop, Jean takes his business lightly, his real occupation is to collect bizarre characters. Jean's shop is frequented by adventurers, magicians, exciting young artists, inventors, but also by illegal immigrants who hide their contraband merchindise in the drawers of antique cabinets. The monument to Jean would be a winter snowman with open arms to embrace everyone. When spring arrives, the snowman melts and only the puddle remains. But the stick with the sign "Jean" will bloom and turn into a tree in the middle of the pond where children are playing with the boats. They will be taught to build boats by a friend of Jean (therefore, open-air school!).Jean and Jean-snowman-tree in bloom in the middle of the puddle will be the center for various fun entertainment. In such a way even though dead, Jean will provoke laughter and merriment, as he did in life.
Monument to Henry
He is a gentle and curious boy who lives like a canary in the golden cage. In his little bird like heart lives desire to explore the world, but the golden bars of the cage are linked by his fear, making the rest of the world unacessible. Instead of fairy tales, Henry has heard that the world is full of hungry cats ready to swallow him, instead of spring water he drank the murky drink called "comfort" instead of sand castles he was given property, company , luxury car ... the memorial to Henry is the realization of his dream: the golden cage dangling empty on a tree, while his canary soul is jumping happily from one branch to another, getting acquainted with other birds who will hopefully teach him that life is also about flying.
Monument to myself.
What is an artist if not a mirror that reflects people's souls or the sky?The best tombstone for me is a mirror lying in the middle of the field with inscription of my name on it. Those who will come to see me, will see themselves and it will be like saying, "I am you and you are me".If nobody will come, the mirror will reflect thousands of sunrises, sunsets, starry sky. In such a way i will continue doing in death what i did in life.
Funeral Monument to Robin Hood.
Monument to the beautiful Countess.
How could one bury the body of a young woman who did not accomplish anything in life except having had many love stories? Her life was devoted to pleasure, she was like a crazy butterfly fluttering around with joy. And when she disappeared, she left an army of lovers in tears. How to celebrate her body that has served as an inexhaustible source of pleasure for mankind?
On the hill where she is buried, over her body is placed a stick where instead of a flag is waving her lingerie. His lovers will have a concrete task: to change "the flag" and to show off their achivenemts under that "flag". Thus, the musician will be playing his violin under the flag- sexy panties, the poet will compose verses filling her bra with tears, the weightlifter will beat all the records under her luxurious stockings that will hover in the wind.
Funeral monument to the famous fashion designer
The monument to my father.
His talent is like a mighty ancient galleon whose sails are written all over with imaginative scenarios. He wants todiscover the new Americas, the sails are swollen with wind, but the sea has dried up and he remained stuck in a small puddle. There will come a day when the glaciers will melt and all the earth will be covered by the waves, then ship will become the boat of Noah, it will save those who have been searching for deep knowledge, the students will read the book-sails, while swinging on rope ladders without fear of falling. In the middle of rough seas they will watch experimental films projected on the sails swolen with wind, accompanied by sparys of salt water.
Monument to tvelve appostles.