The artworks presented here are the result of a long dialogue with yourself. The dialogue with questions but without answers. Each of the works was once a text that could be read by a limited circle of people. The relief, which is unclear for us, filled with ideological content. You rub the text with a sandpaper into the holes, like your memory, as if your past experience. Perforate it, perforate yourself. Fill with everything that leaves colour, leaves a sign. But will there ever be an opportunity to throw out, extirpate this experience, which was given without your will?