taken down

I got a bit of a cold today. Weather is lovely out there but I will stay in studio, keep warm and do a bit of writing. I took the exhibition down this morning. It is all gone now. It feels good but a bit sad too. I can’t believe February is already past. While I was at the gallery flicking through their lovely book shop, I was looking at a book on homecoming, and a piece of text in it was talking about first memories. It got me thinking about my first memory, or more specifically about my first image-memory. It got me thinking about distance and colors. My first school in Galicia, I think that is where my first memory that I can recall as truly mine comes from. Other memories feel constructed from language or photographs. But these couple of images I know they only come from my own lived moment. I want to write about it.

On a different note, some photos from my show at Babel are in on of the major contemporary art magazines of Norway. Nice. KUNSTforum