In Contemporary Art there is a strong focus on manipulating the materials. Artists, in one way or another, tend to show the things surrounding them from new points of view. In childhood there was no such perspective. It was as simple as evening turning your backyard with a familiar bush into a mystery forest, or the perception of an old cloth that has been hanging for three years blurring in terms of the living and the non-living. Digging into our memories, we can meet a mixture of experiences and events that have a completely different interpretation from what you normally expect. An unexpectedly broken elevator is crying out for his existence, and other everyday objects are tenderly whisper to you – we exist too.