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green lost its shade of home
installation in public space. 2016.
coloured acetate sheet. text.
(10 15 - 03 16)
green lost its shade of home
Kunstvitrinen Aachen DE
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7am.
Good
to wake up early.
Although I first do not know what to do with myself at this
time
of
the day.
I could
have a shower, do my hair, teeth, change clothes, all that. Then make breakfast
and
eat, make coffee and drink some. I could turn on the laptop,
check mails and news.
But
it is 7 am.
I
slept in my clothes of today. I brush my teeth and get a glass of water. I am
not
hungry.
There are no mails to check at 7 am. I have not enough patience to brows for
news
and entertainment.
I get
my glass of water and walk to the window.
It
will be a nice day.
I
feel like going outside. What to do at this time of the day.
7.15 am.
and I do not need anything. I slept enough. No needs, no longings.
I
become aware of the pause between breathing in and out.
I
leave the house and sit on a stone outside in the garden.
With
my eyes closed, I catch the first rays of sunlight.
Looking
inside the house, I glance traces of movement on the ground floor.
My
grandmother.
I
watch her getting up her bed, slowly going to the kitchen, making coffee
and toast
with
marmalade. She still wears her pajamas.
She
gets the newspaper from the mailbox. Carries the toast on a plate to the table
and
places
herself. She carefully eats her toast while browsing through the newspaper.
Finished
with the toast, she gets up, takes her plate to the kitchen to do the dishes.
Back
in the bedroom, she makes her bed. Through the tilted window I can hear her in
the
bathroom,
brushing teeth, washing face and body, going to the toilet.
Without
hearing I know she is in cleaning the surface of the basin.
I
catch sight of her again.
She
sits on a chair next to her bed and gets dressed.
While
walking to the telephone, she notices me standing in the garden pretending to
look
at some flowers.
Not
very well executed, I am surprised to see her.
As I
step into her apartment, I notice my hands being numbs from the cold, still
holding
my
glass of water.
She
was in calling me. I promised her to clean her flat today.
She
sits down and starts talking about the upcoming week.
A
weekend trip with her daughters, a high school reunion, a concert of the choir
performing
at
the first festivities of spring.
If
all of this would be already over, she says.
There
is a time in life, you do not want to do anything at all anymore.
She
pauses for a minute. Her eyes are empty.
Todays
image of her is different that the one I have in my head.
A ray
of sunlight is falling on her face.
She
wears make-up. Her eyebrows and lips are highlighted.
She
looks at me again and for a second I am surprised by it.
I forgot what I wanted to do with this day.
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