Hind: €2000
Oil on canvas
The idea came from a text in my diary: (Translation from swedish) It is incredibly frustrating and my body is under enormous pressure and stress, my eyes are burning. It is so extremely exhausting to be asked every single day what one is supposed to do with one’s life. Leave me alone. The panic grows and the pain thrives. It is a working method that exists only where I come from, and it hurts, I fled from myself and my being before I even knew what it was. A deep fatigue sets in and I have to withdraw and stop thinking. Into the fortress of solitude. I am considering writing a manifesto so that Jordan won’t move, the figures are a parenthesis for our friendship, he will miss, remember, forget, disappear. It hurts deeply now and even more because I am saying it now, because I think I know how it will feel then. But being asked is heavy, I can’t take it, the air leaves me, the human disappears, I ask for help, I lock the closet from the inside and let go quickly, it grows dark and I feel the shoes beneath me. I already miss her, she has now left.
