It was another beautiful morning in Tallinn. I came to town to do my pant shopping at Freedom Square art supplies whats probably been there longer than i remember myself…and i noticed something blue appearing from distance. Balloons!!
As i don’t live here anymore i am always overwhelmed when visiting. - there is so much happening all the time.
With balloons i experienced something similar in London- Am i again at Martin Greed’s show “What is the point”???
He had a room full of white balloons…. I really liked it - it was memorable feeling inside the balloon sea....Part from the dust and dirt what was collected by balloons from all the people visiting. Someones hair was stuck on balloon, i could not stop noticing this and when static electricity made my hair to stand up, it was time to go...
Work called No. 200. Half the air in a given space. But it is not air you feel as you blunder about behind a wall of different panes of glass. It is the plastic bulk of the balloons. Instead of being airy they are claustrophobic and yet quite fun i remember from Hyward Gallery
But this blue one here is not an art piece- it’s memorial for victims of deportation and lots families.
Knowing this i entered into the sea of blue balloon tears… I had different kind of experience to the Martin’s balloon room. Aware of the concept I tried to be sad while having fun and vice versa in open air installation for sad things. It’s clean here. Thought about the tears as the symbol and about the emotion what are us forever. Cruel world. Does crying clean us? Random thoughs-i know.
There were others playing around and having fun too. Then the balloon breaks and you have angry lady appearing just like from nowhere and telling you off. But it wasn’t me - it was the wind.
I also remember the balloons been biodegradable…this is so Estonian to have these details in place.
just a fact: On this day 75 years ago, nearly 10,000 Estonians were deported to Siberia during the very early hours of June 14th.