body to the body of the body dreams   sleep, body, sleep once there were dreams: no air I dream I’m inside the body not like dreaming inside the body eyes are like tear orbs the heart like a flesh pump arms like bones. I’m not YOU under smooth skin blood presses and pumps I’m inside a long thought of you feeling the veiny happiness/luck the eye that sees the ear that hears the voice. the time is long and long the state. I cannot sleep I breath and with my fingers type a chiding-out rhyme: an elephant dreams of being white a snowman of walking through Sahara a stomach dreams of a full shopping basket the body of being a spirit a man of being a woman a child of not being born a prostitute dreams of being a virgin a bull of having six legs an ant of being an anteater a clock dreams of stopping hair of being headless (the hat does not dream/is not dreaming) a balloon is having a bad bursting dream[AO1]    a car is having a sweet dream of running over its driver the sleeping man dreams of waking up when I sleep I dress my head   * LETTER TO THE BODY, (2000/2001). The text is part of the installation entitled MALE AND FEMALE PARTS, (1998)  [AO1]BURSTING JE SUPER, SAJ TO JE POČITI ALI ŠE BOLJ RAZPOČITI?

T=Top of all

Subject = name, date, place & time

A=Above all

Hey you!
Hope you are doing well, hope to see you in near future?
otherwise, I suggest you take a look around, if you have time for travel.
you won't be sorry!
talk to you later

Best!

C=Center of all

You get lost, place is OK, feeling wide. yesterday - everything seems so far away - I received your post-card from XXL post-platz. look - truly look - unfortunately I am not in best place and shape and not exactly flush, but still hoping to be better.
slovenia is getting frustrating, a bad taste and there is no harvest for me to enjoy. ljubljana is still (indoor&outdoor and in&here&there). time&place it’s not sensitive. it's hard to make things happen, that's sad but true about this place. kiss them all!
I don’t admire nonsense and I feel homeless. even future seems pointless to me. try to shi(f)t from production to consumption, but really wish to enjoy spirit of work, life and (in) nature. I don't want to keep on dying here for months, which I hope will not turn into years. wish to escape soon. sorry, this time I'm not deaf-and-dumb and think out loud...

see you in support ((wowow-land))

all the best,

a

in ljubljana, Dec 2002

D=Down below

Project involving white, blank posters on the walls of Ljubljana. It happened 1985, on the 25 May, that is on what was then the Day of Youth in former Yugoslavia, official celebration of president Tito's birthday. There were 250 white posters (measuring 100x70cm), which we pasted onto the walls of Ljubljana.

(1 + 1 + 1 = 1)

Culture is for everybody; art is for only one. Culture is food; art is hunger. Culture is prison; art is freedom. Culture is using; art is not having. Culture is functional; art does not function. Culture is convention; art is the violation of convention and culture. Culture is language; art is barking. Culture is the dress; art is the woman. Culture is old; art is beautiful. Culture is national; art isn’t.

WINDOW INTO MUSEUM, elegant illusions; WINDOW INTO THE WORLD, real illusions.

Glass - is from the stone.
House - is of the wish and of brick. House is home, furniture; peoples house proud, housekeeper, housewife, and houseman.
Windows – house arrest with no windows. A very poor and dark closed hole without windows and doors. A Prison cell.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.
(1995)

Dear

Very kind of you to think of us.

The world is certainly a troubled place.

I hope you keep well,

All best

a