Emptiness as a Promise
My first solo exhibition, made for CG Gallery in Malmö (2024).
Exhibition text
I’m trying to think of something.
Said the man wandering around in my backyard at the first hint of light.
What are you trying to think of?
I’m not trying to think of a forgotten something but simply something out of my reach.
What is it?
It’s not a question of what but when.
When what?
That’s not the question.
What is the question?
There you go again with the what.
When will you think of it?
That was much better but still not it.
What do you mean by it?
You are the one who brought it up.
It?
Just let me think.
Is the end troubling you?
No, I know the beginning well.
The man wandered past me, entering my house.
I followed.
My feet were wet from the morning dew, bringing in single strands of grass and
footprints. The man sat down by my kitchen table and started drinking my coffee, I didn’t
mind. I walked back out, wanting to feel the cold wet grass under my feet. I started
thinking about what the man meant by something.
Walking in circles I did not find what I was looking for.
I could hear a voice asking me something.
I looked up.
What are you doing here?
The man asked, my coffee in hand.
The answer was on the tip of my tongue but out of my reach.
I’m trying to think of something
