The exhibition was dedicated to the fragmentary, ruined history of a place / community. The extraction of salt has decreased. It seemed appropriate to encourage the possibility of a spontaneous crystallization of collective unfinished memory.

And inside: a practical alliance of the people who invent a new discipline, where did I read it? Those who have nothing! But have the passion of ideas. That’s how I read it. The course of things ­will be different then.

There is no reliance on time, it has often been repeated: time does not heal wounds, so there is no time to lose!

If that was one of those places where one idea of/about a world met another…we were allowing moods to shake our intentions.

Polemics, they are poisonous. But truthfulness and honesty inside of them – a little medicine too?

The famous letter yes, which describes the feeling of words falling apart like mushrooms, in our mouth – but also casting shapes by just being spoken.

Some strong hints, that an extraordinary broadness is expresses in those signs of parenthesis here.

Still, we seem to make us working on seeing the difference: between production and creation? All those Sabbaticals and Strikes, keep on leaving me bewildered.

Cosmic, is what they used to call a sense of coordination and connection, timing and rhythm of all(!) those forces and elements at work. A planetary song.

Some left-overs of the knowledge, skills and techniques that were not corrupted in Western Salons – we dared to listen. And climb.