“Bola som len malým štuplom, drobcom.                  V bývalom dome už len hosťom, cudzí vzťah s vlastným otcom.

Spomienky sú často hmlisté,chybné. Nie vždy celkom triezve, vtipné, občas sladké, občas kyslé.

Čoraz viac na vnemy vplýva, dôrazná vôňa vína, detstvo pripomína.

Čas odhalil moju schopnosť, znova mať tú vzácnu možnosť. Víno je ten zhubný zdroj, môj osobný časostroj.“

This object is a direct memory of my father, expressed through material, gesture, and context.
He was almost never seen without his hat, and rarely ended a day without a bottle of wine. These two habits, one visual and one ritual, defined how I remember him. The work connects them through the Slovak phrase klobúk dole  - hat off,  which is both a gesture of respect and it also may represent literal act of opening a wine bottle by removing the cork.

The object is made from compressed cork, a material directly linked to wine. It was soaked in wine to absorb its scent, engaging the viewer not only visually and physically, but also through smell. This added sensory layer invites a more immediate, personal connection to the idea of memory.

Its large scale isn’t about being monumental. It’s about shifting perspective. The size makes the viewer feel smaller, more vulnerable. It creates a dynamic where memory takes up space and places the viewer in a reflective, almost childlike position.

Material: Expanded Cork