One day I collected a lot of seaweeds, pieces of wood, and other friends on the seaside. When I arrived home, I carefully washed all of them – each leaf and each stem, each part of their bodies. Some of them had spots of petrol, therefore, my hands got stinky. It took about two hours before they all found their places to get dry in the living room. But the process was so mesmerizing that I didn’t think about the time. Objects were changing in water – seashells were changing colors, dry plants were getting elegant, plastic and were dancing in my hands, pieces of wood started talking by whistling air from the holes. After the time I spent with these objects – caring about them and washing them – I took a shower myself. A sense of water was different –fatigue after a long walk and feeling of completed task mixed with the imagination. Standing under warm water I started to imagine how does a seaweed feel while being in the water, how does its dry body change under the flow.

A time of collecting is also a time for establishing relations towards things. Such moments can emerge only through direct contact with the material. An interaction they imply is pure and intuitive. I started to be curious about the way how to make others experience what did I experience. Perhaps, this can be a starting point for thinking about interactive art. Interactivity starts within personal.