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Drinking milkshakes in the morning knowing that we are free to do what we want today and playing hide and seek while two white swans moving themselves elegantly on the surface of the water let me come very close and the fragrance of spring which is in the air and which had been absent for a very long time breathes books with children’s drawings and beautiful stories with music from NoMeansNo pumping on my walkman while I sit on my bike and ask the question what is going on in the world with all the people that simply go on and simply go on and simply go on and his warm body that I cuddle up to and he who loves her and she who loves him as you wake and yet turn over because you love so much to sleep perfectly pear tea in the morning before a cup of coffee with soymilk in the evening along with film images from the immaculately sunny 60’s when people still hadn’t heard about immigration problems and thought that it was fine to act as they did and that it was fine that they built the land up and had parties with lots of friends and danced until I almost fell down as I make photos of you while you sleep and give you tapes and laugh at your jokes as well as pinch your bottom and make fun of you and write you little notes as you leave and cry when you stay away like feeling the cold when you pinch the doona from me with your hands through my hair and your lips on my cheek and breath in my neck while hanging onto one another in the train thinking that we can take on the world and sleep under the astral sky opposite the golf course in a tent in the dunes with a storm in the caravan in the hallway in the kitchen in the hayshed and climbing very high in a tree jumping on your back and smelling your hair and swimming in the canal while you search for dragonflies and feeling the sun upon our faces playfully on the cycle lane with hardly any clothes on and giving you kisses waking up at seven o’clock in the morning and can’t sleep anymore because you’ve got so much to do with delicious smelling towels dreaming of travelling to San Francisco and Vancouver and fanaticising about Melbourne and all the cool people that you would come across who care about revolution and play songs from friends in theatre becoming sad from your own text about animal freedom mermaids new school tattoo's my most beautiful fairytale book and sneezes and orgasms of the summer of '89 when the little girl didn’t know what people do and still hadn’t heard of environmental problems as carefree on the white beach sand of Thassos eating strawberry yoghurt clothed beautifully and you who loves me
I'll use video as the medium to translate my vision about
a perfect world.
My idea is to make a short film clip to the music from Shellac.
How I see a perfect world? Above are a few ideas that will prevail in
my work.