solo exhibition Listastofan Art Space Reykjavik Iceland 2017
installation including a photograh, soil, growing plants, a video projection, a sound piece
￼video piece filmed on Reunion Island, East coast of Africa 10:45
extract from the sound piece 24:24
MY CLOUDS, MY TEETH
A midscape has taken me apart and put me on my feet again. Inhabiting a constellation of matters, going through it with open mouth. Falling from the sea of clouds, diving into a crack, restlessness.
MY SUN, MY BREATH
Black and slackly fluids, moving, inwardly alone. What’s the meaning of the silent trees ?
BURST OF SUN, SHAKEN WIND
SUN SUN SUN
Sometimes I feel wrapped in myself. Face to face with the timelessness of this view. Echoes from gusts of wind around me and you come into my ears.
The whole being is emerging from an immensely black sea, floating softly.
Your fluids are escaping, they are escaping, out.
MY TREE, MY SKIN
Trying relentlessly to see, head swinging up to the sky down to earth. Up down, up down, up down. When eyes rise into disarray. Organic explosions. Ephemeral yet continuously happening.
Clouds die with your breath, in out, in out, in out. At the peak of light, no recognition, one sound resonates. Strong light,
you loose your temper.
Between rocks, darkness, spread all over. It swallows thoughts and memories, mesmerizing absence. You jump and your flesh quivers with emotion. Stuck inside, vibrations never cease to crash on the crest line.
Once again, the inner kingdom rules over, red waves of joy. MULTIPLE SPACES
MY ROCKS, MY LUNGS
Surrounded by a wild light I eat you up. The magnificent forest has organized a feast of shimmering colours.
You are overwhelmed with intimate matters, you are the landscape. No matter how you approach it. Fatality.
Fatality as a way to be.
Breathe me up and don’t look down.
BREATHE ME UP
Accross the mountains, there are no edges to be felt.
MY SEA, MY EYES
MY MOUNTAIN, MY HEART