City stop. Sculpture.
Social constructions and the projective assumptions that surround me. Mainly telling my life in different forms and shapes. This was a bus stop.
Since I traveled to Tbilisi with my first husband and then many years later with my boyfriend and our kid, we walked the whole city exploring all the nooks and crannies in different neighbourhoods. I am very fascinated about the street life in Tbilisi. The city is preserving the history and stories through buildings(sometimes unfortunately in a very poor condition), small cabins, graffiti on the walls, benches between the trees on the side walk, chairs that people use outside of their homes, self made constructions for unknown use and many other urban details. In the summer, usually old man are sitting outside playing backgammon, chess or dominoes.
This 'bus stop' is a metaphor.
This last stop is a place where people pause. Taking a challenge to change their life and sit on a different bus. A turning point of someones life, or just another small stop for another.
I had to take another bus. It was a hard and fucked up road, that took me to a good place.
This stop has a chess and backgammon boards, that one can take from under the bench. It’s an architectural sculpture that is integrated in and being used by people.
Build with help of my childhood friends.
located in Mtispiri, Gruria.
pine Wood/ recycled wood from an old gurian destroyed house
stained glass windows