|To follow knowledge like a sinking star*|
in "Rest in Space" / exhibition catalogue, Kunstnernes Hus, Oslo / Norway.
in Space" is a nomadic camp, a vivid treasury.
Nomads are explorers. They follow the whispering of the winds and dive into the overwhelming bazaar offered by the world every single day. I carry everything I possess with me. Life is a river of no return. The stars send reflections to its surface, and someone sits on the bank gazing at them: Space. Offering an endless journey. Some people are like stones, at rest at the same spot while their spirits fly away, others are on a constant move, enriching their spirits with new images, smells, sounds, and cultures. Others hunt for their spirit restlessly.
plane, turned upside down, carries the tragic myth of a people in New
Zealand, its nourished hopes stuffed in a travel suitcase. Civilization
is cut. Like the shining blue bodies of the bulls. Circumcision is a cut.
A Xhosa in South Africa. A storyteller linking past and present. Roots.
To find. Surgery Unit at ULEVAl. Medical devices and ancestors. A path.
Research, search and surgery. A woman looks through the focus of her camera.
Capturing a travelogue, an epic adventure. Documenting life. Monochromes
erasing messages and noise. Transparent layers reveal the past, stirring
in front of the eyes and deep down in the subconscious. Meditation. Seduction.
Immersion. Losing control. Metal sheets move dangerously back and forth,
filling the room with vibrations. As if to penetrate the walls.
is a vision. Artists come together on a boat, souls floating on the waves.
An invitation to move. Like the solid amethyst.
would like to invite you on a journey.
is time for departure.
* Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses (1842)