Texts: 2020
a homeless with a vision of home
A corpse of somebody who once was alive or
maybe still is and have you ever been so near a
person you could hear them swallow? Or seen
castles vanishing in the sand time by time the
more strangers pass by? I never tried to sit and
watch theirs lives. However this main street to our
hotel I passed daily when modelling the CELINE
campaign SS20.
Now I’m nearing him; see beauty to my feet and hope in this situation. My hands touch his. I am moved, touched, alive. Are you (?) I gently push your heavy corpse. You must be heavier than me, I think. Then I say it aloud bc I don’t want to keep secrets from you. You make a sound or is it my imagination? I’m not sure what I feel but now the touch which at very first felt mysteriously sacred somewhat untouchable turns to feel trusted, deep, rooted, right. My hand is at the right place and we succeed moving towards motion. Now I can clearly see your fingers moving.
Am grateful tho all I wish is you to be gone, gone somewhere else, far from here
Yet untitled, 25:14 min (beyond the surface)(how to not engrave)(superficial sex)
no one really knows what happened before ones birth..
Anything beyond the present is evidence, a hint of existence. In fact, only presence in the moment serves as proof.
The footprint of our ancestors creates diverse landscapes of highlighted tales and uncanny hills. It's here where the hills of illuminated events in humankinds history tower and morph into valleys of cruelity, where concealed archives and perfectly hushed events seethe.
This certain interlock of happenings in history depicts the interconnectdness with our ancestors lifes. Whereby some stay absolutely absent in theirs visiblity, others cant be ignored in theirs presence.
In the moment we do, we already became
In all of our pores we contain ungraspable loads of information. The substanial occurence is grasped within one brief gaze, contrary to every entitys depth which becomes perceivable only beyond the surface. The virtual realm only occures us as a surface. In fact this flat physical form contradicts its psychical infinite realm.