Reality Tales/ Mental Surgeries
I can’t remember from where I came from, the origins of the organism that i’m in now. It’s pretty hard to say what kind of body it is, since the body that I’m in, is all that is there for me.
I feel hostility around me, an aggression that is fatal, I’m still testing the viability of this body and it’s organism, I cover my self with dirt, burry part of me under ground and fall asleep. I’m waiting .... but I don’t care about time, time almost doesn’t exist for me. I do things but they’re not in time, they could be in time for others, for observers maybe. For me it’s something else.
In many cases I don’t know the space and the environment around me, but I know that I can move around, slip through the cracks, underneath surfaces and through holes. There is lot’s of friction happening while moving. I have no recollection of what the friction produces. .. It keeps me alive, But I don’t know if it’s the same for other things around.
Production: ATW, Giessen, Crespo foundation, Okno, Brussels and Kulturamt Frankfurt.