- Here I am
- I exist. For now
- What am I going to do with the rest of my existence?
- What is my relationship with the world?
- How can I be relevant?
- How can I fit?
- How do I fill in time?
At the end of every art exhibition I walk off the edge into nothingness…
Disintegration, then reformation (hopefully) – maybe. Exposure equals vulnerability. This always happens.
And I’m floating in a most peculiar way/ And the stars look very different today/….Planet Earth is blue/ And there’s nothing I can do… (David Bowie)
A normal part of the artistic process. Nothing special.
PS I recovered from my post-exhibition blues. It took exactly two weeks for me to return to my normal self.