Being like a sponge

09.03. - 15.04.2018
Gallery CANDYLAND
Stockholm, Sweden

Mind is like a sponge. Your oldest ancestor was probably sponge like.
At least once a week we feel sparkling at the end of the tongue: “Suppose we try to recall a forgotten name. The state of our consciousness is peculiar. There is a gap therein; but no mere gap. It is a gap that is intensely active. A sort of wraith of the name is in it, beckoning us in a given direction, making us at moments tingle with the sense of our closeness and then letting us sink back without the longed-for term. If wrong names are proposed to us, this singularly definite gap acts immediately so as to negate them. They do not fit into its mould. And the gap of one word does not feel like the gap of another, all empty of content as both might seem necessarily to be when described as gaps”. (James, W.;1893)

There are no gaps, everything is in a continuation of our flowing conversation.