2024-10-20
I delt with Murphy’s law the week leading up to my exhibition. I forgot my red suit and my playing pieces back home, 6 hours from where the exhibition took place. I’ve spent 8 hours in the emergency care because 3 days prior I did a biopsy since I have a fucking tumor growing under my skin and it became unbearably painful.
I didn’t have cancer as for now but I’m going to have surgery soon. It was a special feeling knowing you have a real tumor and not a metaphoric one.
SOLO EXHIBITION
DRÖMSCENARIO/DREAM SCENARIO
18/10-24/10. Konstfack, Stockholm
2023-12-05
To whom it may concern,
I’m in Prague, it’s winter and I just drank some water. I’m sitting in a chair in my AirBnb where I will stay for the next forteen days. Well, it’s only twelve days left now. I have a hard time following my GPS in the city, as always when I’m traveling on my own. I can barely find my way to the store, literally four minutes away from here. How I could do a pilgrimage walk for 800 kilometers with no GPS at all when I was a young fool may be a sign I have guidance from inside. Or it may be that I’m just stupid enough to take the path of most resistance.
Last time I went to Prague it was with my partner, who’s great at GPSing. It was in the summertime almost five ago. It was lovely, drinking absinthe and getting a guided tour from the cutest girl with a lisp telling us about the great John Dee.
The first time in Prague was for a Nick Cave concert. It was in autumn more than six years ago now.
Yesterday was the first day of the As We Grow program in the SVĚTOVA 1 gallery, meeting with the other participants and Shalva Nikvashvili. I wasn’t as nervous as I used to be when meeting a group of people. I felt harmonious on the plane to Prague, at peace even. Was I going mad(again?)?
Hmmm.. The times I feel truly at peace is when I’m having the best idea I ever had. The most rewarding feeling is when the idea becomes matter. When I can create the idea in this realm. The idea itself is always so perfect, so balanced, so true. It’s almost impossible to create the most perfect idea, but I will spend my whole life trying to make it justice. When I’m done creating the idea, it feels almost perfect for a moment. The idea then wears off, leaving only dead matter, a stale object.
I’m the fastest gravedigger around and I don’t believe in life support. I know the idea will come again. And it will be perfect.