Daiga Krūze
Daiga Krūze is hunting for that moment when quite often insignificant external stimuli – the snap of a twig on the path, a finger pricked by a pine needle – break through the body’s walls, enter the hideout and present themselves in the form of nerve impulses as material for the work of the
imagination. Krūze is interested in the moment when the senses transform into images. What would you see if you could only smell or hear? What does fear look like? Does your body give you sufficient information about the surrounding world? Do you know what’s out there or are you only
guessing? The images seen begin to live their own unpredictable lives until they find their final, precise form.
imagination. Krūze is interested in the moment when the senses transform into images. What would you see if you could only smell or hear? What does fear look like? Does your body give you sufficient information about the surrounding world? Do you know what’s out there or are you only
guessing? The images seen begin to live their own unpredictable lives until they find their final, precise form.