1986.06.08. DORMIMUNDO CASITA / SAN BARTOLO / MEXICO.
Not noticing the lack of animal noises or the light of day, I usually awoke not knowing the time of day. I never ate before noon. The midday heat stopped at the walls of the room. A long period of sleep passed. During my waking hours I opened the door, lit the lamp and made drawings. I found many new materials in place.
From these materials, usually entirely organic, I made various kinds of tools and drew all kinds of survival equipment. I then started producing instruments which, by their sheer impossibility, are only fit for use in a kind of existence entirely different from our present one. In San Bartolo, I made a set of 61 tools to find light out of beeswax. Stronger and more suitable materials are presently available, but some day we may find our-selves in a situation where only one type of material may be available.
This type of work is a kind of preparation and adaptive training to life after disasters such as frost, heat, flood, drought, etc. In order to cope with the afore mentioned situations I have for instance made drawings of a cooling bag and refrigeration coat for desert use, innumerable rubber constructions to combat floods; and portable water bags for droughts. I tried to apply to the movements and techniques that the farmers used in their work to produce my own work.
The problem of finding light solved itself when in the middle of the summer the fire flies arrived. I immediately constructed a series of nine canvases depicting the power of the fire flies. The paintings were lit up by a system of cages for the fire flies. The tests were unsuccessful. The cages were too small and I learned that the flies need to fly to lighten up. The last work was drawings on paper where the flies were killed on a paper and their chemical substances therefore mixed well. The drawings stayed lit by themselves in the dark for approx. 8 hours. UR 1987
I stayed for a year in the small village San Bartolo Pareo, Michoacan, Mexico with farmers working together in the ”ejido” (communal ownership of the land). I was the first westerner that moved in.
All photos by the artist.


















