THE COLLECTION
- A plastic bag with breadcrumbs on the bottom - An almost dead plant - A body without pigment - Eyes that age - An opening in the space - Images of images - A sight of the world as a loop - Recalling the recalling - Soundless beings - A river passing by a sea - A really small computer - A really big banana - A marble wall - A god called mercy - All the photos in all the wallets - A really slow dissolvement of a posture - Trees that grow upside down - The knowledge of a comeback of the birds - Really fast and strong hands - Soft neck - A date of responsibility When Iām writing this text Iām wondering how to surround with words the work Iām sharing with you. And if this text should even create an environment and take care. The only thing I feel convinced of is to write with an I and a you. This is because of a fantasy that we are in a dialogue. That we are spending time with what we brought with us. As the bodies that are extensions of other bodies, spaces and entities. With and without skin. I find myself pointing and holding at the same time. If there would be a container, this writing would be a pile of sand next to it. I wrote words first on my private notebook, then on my iPhone notes and last on a word document. Thick and thin of thoughts taking shape. Thick and thin of surrendering and dissolving. The second thing I got convinced of is that the elements in the center of the work Iām sharing should be in the periphery of this text. Not absent but rather in the becoming. /ELIISA
