Ester Alemayehu Hatle & Emil Hvelplund Kristiansen
Shadows of a Real Dream
When I wrote, my hands multiplied on the white empty paper
I saw the ornaments on my door enter the hallway, there were dark branches growing across the floor. I passed a building and on the wall there were two tulips much bigger than me. On the wall I saw windows crawling toward the ground. In the street I saw birds laying on top of a car, I saw them rolling over to the next car before laying down on the street.
In my room there is a piece of furniture which crawls to the end of the room every morning. I have seen a glass resting on the side of a table, and I have seen doors open up to bushes. I have seen two strangers melt into one and I have seen men become small boys.
I have been observing shadows the past months, when I noticed a world with other rules than the rules of the world, I know so well. The recognizable acted in unrecognizable ways, the chairs came and they left, the smoke ascended from the tulips and the stiff structures folded and intertwined.
Photos and text by Ester Alemayehu Hatle & Emil Hvelplund Kristiansen, 2022
Ink and Acrylic on PVC, projected in Basel, Copenhagen and Paris. Photographed with Sony a7C
