Sille Luiga, 2020, Estonia


I remember everything very well, it’s beautiful. The time 20 years ago, when I went to a natural history museum and I vomited from looking at pictures of deformed fetuses. Summers when I worked as a French guide, dragging along 30 tired 1day tourists in a baroque palace. How I felt yesterday when I found out that the design museum is going to buy 2 pieces of my jewelry.
For all of this, I don’t trust museums, and no one should. Memories are poetry.