Wait, 2007.
64 x 80cm,
C-print on aluminium.
Ed. 5 + 2 a.p.
This is a memory I would have wanted to have. I read eagerly girl’s novels, whose settings I stole as the sets of my imaginary lives. I erased all the characters, added details to sparsely described scenes to make them more real. The loft of a stable or a cow house; let’s say a stable. Prickly dry hay that makes me cough. Cool stone walls. Down below horses in their stalls hanging their heads, sleepy. Afternoon light sifting through decades-old cobwebs. And then: wait.
