Sara Pathirane
1985, Stockholm, Sweden
painting
As a young girl, I went around the world and once met a kingfisher that sat on a telephone wire.
It asked: Why are you here? Later I an- swered: ‘’There is a difference between a dream and the real. In my dreams the orange sun shines bright, but only there it burns my skin, puts me into a deep sleep where I dream again.’’
Then there are the clusters that constantly scatter and reform. And every single piece of sand, so as us, needs to be somewhere even when dust.
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