Being There, Exhibition in Public Space, Linz 1996 Excerpt from the Catalog
I in myself.
Thoughts repeat themselves
as if I had to memorize them.
The lower lip between middle and index finger.
A gentle wind tickles my eyelashes.
Little things make people.
I in myself.
Reflecting on thoughts.
Ivy clings bushily to the patient riverbank.
Chirping of invisible birds.
Or do the trees chirp?
With the right blue, yellow is my favorite color.
With the right green, red.
Memories rise to my nose
and lay me down in the meadow.
As I pass by.
I in myself.
Think,
live,
think that I live,
love.
Wash my dreams off my face in the morning.
The day so self-evident,
as if there had never been a night.
I see unpaintable images.
Think unspeakable books.
The sky like a freshly whitewashed wall with damp spots.
In the glass of the door frame, trees whiz by.
I in myself.
Want to share,
want to communicate,
want to share with you,
my skin and everything that goes with it.