fine tuning (II), plaster, dental lamp components, 64x13x16cm
fine tuning (III), plaster, dental lamp components, 22x8x10cm
fine tuning (IV), wooden chair legs, 10x36x10cm
fine tuning (V), plaster, dental lamp components, 28x12x12cm
fine tuning (VI), contact sheet, 46x3cm
fine tuning (VII), plaster, dental lamp components, 16x6x12cm
fine tuning (VIII), plaster, 25x2x11cm
fine tuning (IX), plaster, dental lamp components, 68x16x11cm
cold sand streams across your hands
you follow the sand –
i feel tired, my eyes are sore
i am confused about what i’m supposed to do
now they seem to be just words to me
i look around, i look at my phone
i need to leave, sleep, do something by myself
there is a wind in the tree crown, moving the leaves
they all follow the wind with great excitement
loving each other, leaves do love each other
and the wind
We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster,
that we go bankrupt [...] and have less to offer each time we start [...] new,
but to make yourself feel nothing so as not to feel anything.
What a waste. *1
on my island
i land on my feet
in myself
i feel fleetingly
on my island
i trust the ground
in it lies
all of time
on my island
i go uphill
with it all
i get lost
on my island
all the time
all the space
if i could be
my island
–
there is this moment when he says: “Don’t turn around now. Leave here.
We have so much – I mean, don’t you think so too?”
“I’m a little bottle: in my head there are pills.
My body is filled with bright yellow fluid. It’s sticky and of a sour taste.
What am I all for? What else is there to do?”
*1 James Ivory, “Call Me by Your Name”
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