Berlin, January 05, 1996

I am surrounded by mountains of papers all assorted in with big leaves naming Cities or Galleries, Miami, Winnipeg, Toronto, New Museum, Bronx Museum, MET, Elga Wimmer, MOCA, Atlanta, Basel, Frankfurt, Hamburg, just to name the ones that are whirling in my head. I am waiting for those piles to be dug down into an order that can be hiding the amount of work, that I still have to do, in little folders with labels in different colors. I am cleaning, sucking every atom of dust into my industrial vacuum cleaner, fantasies about him (my vacuum cleaner) swallowing everything that is around. What happens when your apartment burns is simply that everything is gone, you don't need to clean it up, and you have a good excuse to make a frouny face. Everything burned and is undersatndably therefore gone. What happens when your vacuum cleaner is too strong and eats grinds and absorbs everything that comes just slightly to close to him. It would be even cleaner but not such a good excuse. A thing that you hesitate to destroy, throw away or get rid off, he makes the decision for you and as soon as you come close to it still in a thought process whether you want to keep it or not it is already digested in a huge iron belly and even better recycled to be sold as something that you certainly will never need and hopefully never buy. I love the idea. A huge absorber with a direct connection to the next shopping mall and a credit line back with a certain amount of money for everything you get back into the circle. No points for consuming! Collect miles by throwing your stuff away. There is something really nice about food...I hate paper. Paper needs to be digested but it still doesn't disappear. What a frustrating instrument probably invented by the same gods who punished Sisyphos to punish us human beings for being alive and thinking. Why did I become a visual artist? Why can't I be a singer or dancer and everything that I make disappears as soon as I make it. I am thinking about selling my whole early work for a butterbread...I love the idea of a paperless office with electronic data. Uff got to stop now and go shopping...