While working on my installation I feel like an archeologist, who digs up something that has been forgotten within a concrete wall. Piece by piece something is revealed, delicately hinting at its existence. Even though I am the creator of the work, the end result is full of random happenings. I can never fully predict what I will discover. On the other hand, I do not want to let go of my discovery but keep it in transition. In my discovery, a human figure peeps out of the cracks in the concrete wall, a figure that looks back at me. An encounter, a re-union, a remembering. Yet they are only pieces of all that, a fragmentary view that I have to figure out without seeing all of it. Through a crack you can see a ceiling covered by child’s drawings. Randomness creates a dialogue between the work and the history of the house.
The concept of a cache relates to a computer cache; however it also translates as a hide, a hoard or something occupying an intermediate state. In my work I am intrigued by interfaces and intermediate spaces, something that my work in Rajatalo is a continuation of. A hidden work is sheltered but also known about. It seems to exist in its own intermediate space, between the structures of the house, between their layers. The wallpapers on the walls seal previous layers: wallpaper, paper, newsprint. My work however seals the person within the photograph, in a past layer of history, seen today. By bursting out of the cracks in the concrete, The Cache brings eras together, breaking up our linear time and our understanding of it. As a whole, the work hides behind it a space that no one can enter. All we can see is the presumed empty space through the open spot above it. A cache within a cache. A cache of memories. What has been hidden is an enigma even for me in the end.