An e-mail for Martin De Thurah

November 18th, 2015

7:00 PM (exact time)

I'm gonna start again:  
Let me tell you what you reminded me about. I once dreamt that both my deceased father and I could fly. I rarely dream about him in normal situations. We flew together over the skies and in between a very complex construction conformed by various stations, all of them were hexagonally shaped and covered by strange exotic plants, most of them wild creepers. At first I could only see a few stations, they had no windows but open walls, and as I flew over, in and in between I saw some of them had mirrors underneath, some left their wooden dark structure undiscovered, and some were fully covered by plants that hung for us to dodge when flying. It was difficult to know what was reflection and what was part of the structure, but we didn't feel threatened at all, being free like that came with the secure confidence that it was some sort of calculated grace that held us up in the air.  


Or as I would put it in Spanish:  
Era la prueba de la calculada gracia que nos sostenía en el aire (sounds much better).  


It was risky but pleasant, much like skydiving, or like jumping off a cliff in a reckoned fast swing and entering the water perfectly, like having to master a not-all-human technique and surviving it. Feeling the wind I flew faster and faster, and as I moved forward, its form became clearer: it was a giant green honeycomb infinitely replicated in fractals in a horizon my eyes could no longer distinguish. The sky was still open for us to fly around. All of this was supposedly built by Olafur Eliasson, and I think I had only seen some of his work before I dreamt this, the Sun from the Weather Project. Looking for more, I found he does have some hexagonal constructions. I figured intuitively he could've built this, and I loved it. And I love most of what he's done, I don't say all of it because I still don't know all of it. I feel really excited to know that you are gonna work with him, I can only imagine what you both will be able to do together, did you already meet him? Are you still working on it? On a more serious tone, were you in Paris when all of this outrageous violent attacks happened? Where are you now? Also: Every written landscape you share with me I turn it into a series of imaginary photographs, mostly your style. I want to use my camera, I want to learn more. Do you recommend anything at all to start again and get better at it? I feel like my mind wants to travel soon.  


Hope (but have the weird feeling that) you're okay.
Hugs, many hugs. 

Lina