This is an installation and a record. A description of living in cramped quarters. That’s something Ivan knows. It’s a bit cold, and a little uncomfortable. A bit dirty. A bit like Dr. Frankenstein. It’s a strange way of life – on a stool by the stove, wearing ski pants and a down jacket. I let images and poems flow through my mind and then disappear. The way I’m living was best described by Thoreau: “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world…”

Here you can express yourself. (*required)