“What happens when nothing happens” 2011, 00130gallery, Helsinki.
I could tell you, how many steps there were into the house. I could
tell how many doors there were inside, how many windowpanes, how many
coat hangers in the cloth rail.
I heard wild ducks passing above, I heard an airplane from faraway, I
heard the glass breaking under my shoes, I heard a strange crack from
other side of the room.
It felt like nothing was going to happen. Nothing was happening but
still everything was possible.
I had a dream about this place.
I was inside this house.
It looked like this place
except this light.
I was standing right over here…
by that wall.
Except it wasn’t me.
She looked like me, but I wasn’t there.
“The devil is in the details.” Small details makes it challenging.
Maybe I was seeing too much.
It was impossible to see too much.
The less there was to see, the harder i looked, the more i saw. In
the smallest registers of motion.
When looking at ordinary things, suddenly you see something new in them.
I like to remember things my own way.
And how I remember them…
is not necessarily the way they happened.
My mind wonders:
about inability to talk about things afterwards,
how by staying around you might experience something unforgettable,
how to touch someone,
how is it always better dance first and think later.