STUDY FOR A NARRATIVE, 2011, GALLERY PIECE (INTERLUDE)
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After the second night, the dreams returned. And worse than they were. Far worse. I had never felt more alone.

Although it was early in the morning, it was already very hot. And of course I was wearing my suit and tie. Then she came. I remember being very surprised at the early hour; I though art galleries aways opened later in the day. Of course I found out why soon enough.

I haven't been in here for a long time. Its surprising how quickly you forget. I used to think I'd be here forever. And I thought I knew every detail intimately. Every grain. But now I kneel on a strange floor.

But why?
Why? I don't know why. I don't.
But. You must have based your decision on something. No-one would. There must have been something. There.
I. I don't know. I tell you I don't know. I had no idea.

That space in which we show. The place we show in. Where we show things in.

I know. I know I shouldn't have. But it was a hot night and I just couldn't sleep. So I was up early, and before long I found myself waiting in front of the gallery. You know, it was really, really hot. That's when I saw her first.

In truth, I could not tell you what I felt. I could not. Was I attracted? Most certainly. Was I in love? I have no idea what to tell you.

"I know. I know I shouldn't have. But it was a hot night and I just couldn't sleep. So I was up early, and before long I found myself waiting in front of the gallery. You know, it was really, really hot. That's when I saw her first."

"I said: I was an artist once. That's what I said. I said I was one. I was one of them once. But not anymore. I am not one of them anymore."

"I could see it at once: she was dead. So strange that was, so strange, it was as if she had never lived, it wasn't as if she had ever been alive, it wasn't as if she had been alive and was now dead. It was, it really was, as if she was a doll, she lay there as a doll, as if she had never lived."

"You really make me feel as if there is someone listening, I mean you, I mean I know, I know you are listening, to me, listening to me, when I'm around you I feel something, I feel I have something to say."

BEGINNING, 2011, BEGINNING
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SKIN KIN, 2011, KIN SKIN
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THIN, 2011, THIN
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I GATHER WEIGHT AT EVERY PORT OF CALL

WHEN DREAMS COME TO LAND, 2011, TEXT WORK