when i was on a very small island in Thailand, i discovered that there was no shells there.
so that, the so-called 'naked crabs' had no houses.
normally they would find small shells, use them as houses and carry them around.
because they couldn't find shells, those hermit crabs would go into Nivea containers that tourists would leave on the beach, and carry them around on their shoulders as if they were their houses.
i found it so sad that three hours later, i took a boat to another, bigger island, where natives were selling shells.
all day i was trying to teach one particular crab to take off the Nivea container from his back and put on a real shell, but every time he went back to the container.
poka ne ponjatj, eblanstvo ali net, no interesno)
The suicide was accomplished by ingestion of phenobarbital mixed with applesauce or pudding, washed down with vodka, ulqbnulo, blja)
The idea of female sacrifice is quite interesting to me. I would like to be
crucified, but not on a Volkswagen, because I don't like the car. I would choose
another car. And then I would like to drive through the city, because this was
my first image of the piece. And the only person who can drive this car, from
my point of view, would be Madonna.
FUCK THE GALLERY SPACE! moji rabotq budut viveshenq v lesu, na derevjah
for a work is in actual effect as a work only when we remove ourselves from our commonplace routine and move
into what is disclosed by the work, so as to bring our own nature itself to take a stand in the truth of what is.