Listening to the music I like; eating the
food I like; trying on my own clothes, readin my books,prying
into my own thoughts, memories, scents. The onlooker is simply
asked to enter my own life by using my own things. The only
limit is time, which is scanned by the timer I hold in my
hands.
Photo - Anna Berndtson (with a my camera in a
performance)
The dance of the knife 2003
No sound, no noise. Just me and a Knife
hanging over my head. A dialogue between me and the blade. I
joke with this blade: I make it swing....... on and on.....
meeting with his dance.
