Artist through the nostalgic kitchen routines, heritability of the skills & knowledge from the previous generations within the framework of one region or country will spotlight the questions about the components of Latvian identity. There’ll be accented usual passion for the presentation of the details and products that are presumably insignificant elsewhere.

During the exhibition, visitors are invited to experience authors presence in the gallery to create a space for a daily conversation about how the habits, in which we were born or settled down, apparently determines who we are, what we do, what we do for living and what we consume? Where are the meanings to practice knowledge and skills gathered by the ancestors so patriotically? Selected objects, images, video fragments, regular fermentation and preparation of the rye flour products as well the displaying of the bread in the gallery window – vitrine is becoming an excuse to analyse this sweet – sour aftertaste bitterness and enjoy the pleasure of these aesthetics.

If I could bake a rye bread or paint it what would you say? – To take a brush in your hands is so simple.

Genetic code has changed over generations, but it is still made from all those components I can’t avoid and just as much I can’t continue it as they did before me. Please don’t think it’s going to be short and concrete, I can flow out like a sticky dough.

I can be shy because it is not enough to practice with the knowledge that I have learned by myself.

Repetition seems pointless and you want it freshly baked? Forgeting without continuation is disrespectful to the defiance of the era of globalization, whose recipe is already fixed.

Canvas and oil are suitable to this place, also the opportunity to buy the product for the affordable price per meter or m2.

I don’t know what I don’t know anymore and I like that.

They said that conflicts arise when you stick to traditions, for example, if the components are divided differently than expected. And don’t sit against that corner, it doesn’t matter whether you are married, single or not yet (married or single), because all the evil essence flows from that sharp corner.

It will go through the space like guests entering the kitchen at the end of the celebration, where is the choice to take away from the plentiful laid table, sprinkled with the crumbs of nostalgia in the anniversary evening, or left to finish in the other day.