Stand by Transformations
Exhibition at Azimut Berlin Gallery (still waiting to be opened)
I feel my dreams are losing colours. The spring arrived,
but the days are not gaining any colours.
For a long time now, the weekends have been blurred into weekdays. Like dull endless Mondays, accompanied by
pigments of grey that shadow the sky.
It is mentally tiresome to keep waiting for the change.
Feeling frightened that the change will appear in some other form than we are hoping.
And it will.
Transformation and upheaval are inevitable. The survival maps that we draw in our heads are not valid due to poor imagination.
There's no more space for colours,
no space for dreams.