Stenlabyrinten inom oss.
It’s like I once stepped into this psychic maze. The one we see as a symbol for this and can be found in stone age settings all over Sweden. Inside it, our rationality gets filled with all of life’s contradictions and questioning extremes. We walk into a maddening, to a meandering of confusion with dead ends everywhere. It’s like stepping into a crazy circus full of people dressed in constantly smiling, scary clown masks who twist and turn everything away from the field of life into an inhuman rationality, and then poke fun at others to protect themselves from the reality that we are exposed to as we have entered it. To destabilize the relationship we have of the space we share, which is also the original psychic space that exists between us as the embodiment of all life when we move further into our own bewildering heart and the darkness it contains.