The Old Red Ribbon
IMAF, Novi Sad, Serbia
9 Sept 2017
I just wanted to try...
I just wanted to try who does it feel to do something that is not really something new.
It feels strange. It is not what I know.
It is another illustration of the big question I was busy with: Where to stop?
I took a long red ribbon and rolled it over my arms, almost as if tying myself up.
Then I put a ball of the same red ribbon in my mouth. The ball was way too big.
The end of the ribbon I gave to somebody in the gallery.
I struggled myself out of the gallery, disappearing outside and freeing myself of the unrolled ribbon.
9 Sept 2017
I just wanted to try...
I just wanted to try who does it feel to do something that is not really something new.
It feels strange. It is not what I know.
It is another illustration of the big question I was busy with: Where to stop?
I took a long red ribbon and rolled it over my arms, almost as if tying myself up.
Then I put a ball of the same red ribbon in my mouth. The ball was way too big.
The end of the ribbon I gave to somebody in the gallery.
I struggled myself out of the gallery, disappearing outside and freeing myself of the unrolled ribbon.
