“This exhibition is about what we don’t usually talk about. We don’t listen to burdened cousins, the kleptomaniac relative, or even a casual relationship the way we usually do. But it’s also listening. And it’s not even like listening to "Cold Days”. Of course, silence can also be a lie. Because there have never been so many low-consumption cars in the country, and we got the skinny short chop for our appearance, which didn’t even appeal to the butcher. I am not talking about this. About traces, glass tiles, signs in the asphalt. Cat, dog, car, man. Fate doesn’t choose. Flowers and candles are understandable on the Day of the Dead, because we carry them. Someone else will take it. But who puts the plastic rose on the phantom graves? And the moat bank is full of crosses, plaques and wreaths. Does the family go to two places? And which one is the real one? Silence sits on our necks. I wanted to talk about this silence. About the silence of conscience"