Thanks for coming, 2015
Photocollage, plaster. Dimension is variable
That evening I had a migraine. The only thing I wanted was to go to bed and fell asleep. But I couldn’t sleep. Almost 1 a.m., but I couldn’t shut my eyes down. Strange. There was rain and terrible thunder.
Your body was found at 00:46, that was recorded in the protocol. I was read so in 217 room on the second floor.
Then there were lots of people, documents, senseless rituals. I received your money and keys in plastic bag. You name on the tag was written wrong.
In 9 days you said: ”Thanks for coming…”, but it was a dream.
Olga Chekotovska 