2006.09.02. DREAMT / MUSEUM OF SKETCHES / LUND / DREAMS ON ROAD SIGNS.
26 JULY 1999
A former girlfriend came and visited me in the little Turkish or Italian town. We sat in a café and were content and she talked as though she was giving a speech. I went and bought some liquorice in a shop. After the speech we went to an old hall or church where everyone was on a conveyor belt. There we met my Mexican friend Gabriel, a photographer. We chatted to all our friends there. With the old friends we went to the graveyard. I entered a grave with my Mexican friend. In the dim light I broke a bit of a cross/lid. A tunnel opened up and we came down to the sea. We swam across.
Climbed up on the jetty at Lombok. Walked into town. Entered an apartment. There, Gabriel found a beautiful white hen with no legs that nevertheless moved round a table. I went on up to the attic and discovered chickens hung on threads of spiders web or wire. In six minutes time the boat would return.We were not frightened in this strange room, but discovered things individually as friends, showing each other our finds. My daughter was there. (I love my daughters and long for them.)
Somehow we returned to the grave and were met by a woman. She approached me in the dancehall. She was a mixture of various women whom I have loved. I presented her to various acquaintances who entered the premises individually. Finally my friend came in. I presented her again. Whereupon my friend was transformed into my father into my father in his check jacket. He was very cute. I kissed him again and again. we went and sat down. I was so happy.
We were on the radio while the presenter of the programme was trying to call my mobile phone. He wanted me to talk. Instead I sat with Gabriel in front of a piece of paper and together we read a text. He was so cute. And I was so happy. But I was worried about what the presenter would say and I could not for the life of me remember Gabriel´s name, but I adroitly asked him he pronounced his name.
We took the road out of the village. I think that I was chatting to my father. THEN CAME GABRIEL. just in front of him was a little Balinese boy carrying smoke in his hans. He asked me if I wanted full-moon smoke. I said no. Behind him were all the others. And my mentor Michael. UR
Group Exhibition DRÖMDIKEN at Museum of Artistic Process and Public Art, Lund, Sweden.
Curated by Elisabet Haglund.
All 10 DREAMT 2005 are in the MODERNA MUSEET COLLECTION.