SNOWMADE

As we see, we need not to see ourselves as our needs.

I came to Hovden with a new material and hopefully wideeyed companions to play with as a goal.

I now miss you all, but again and again; missing is useless since all is kept in heart and all will influence anything we live.

With so many artists at one place, out of our time and everyday work, like in a spacecamp from a childhood dream, we used our tone to form the works that now are enhanced by time and temprature; we played. we made.

Thank You Piet the heat for respect, true words, humour to survive and electropulse REM`s

Thank you Cathinka for mystery and engine fuel.

Thank you Gianmaro and Paola for radiant care, silent empathy and a resident monument.

Thank you Mark the Spark for your intense eyes, composition, brutal removal of snow, destruction-derby watercoasterkick and challenging energy (shame you were in bed or something close, during the late night sessions :).

Thank you Rebecca for trusting me to crack your back and play with thoughts.

Thank you Pierre for your wise perception and joy to communicate, your marvellous works of natures own languge. I`ll write you soon.

Thank you Vidar for keeping everybody calm with your pure beeing.

Thank you Galina for images beyond and a grown solid beauty.

Thank you Chris for reading my eyes, caring my tears, making me laugh while i drumdream, taking me home and showing your self:)

Thank you Ida for the fearwell morning talk and everyday smiles. Wonder how u kept awake :)

Thank you Samuel for your awakening, clearity and warm hands.

Thank you Zara for all the steamreleaving talks and wonders of your solitude emotions.

Thank you Erik for laughing while i did rough cuts, u giving trust, demanding clear actor dishwasherqualitys and a late bedblanket:)

Thank you Lukas for beeing real in it all and always giving honesty without worse but good.

Thank you Maria for letting me play with death over melting waters while i fly. U grow well :)

Thank you Elisabeth for everlast smiley mountanhigh hugs and somewhat frustrating happiness. May pissoirs die and all yellow snow return to the drunk while they fuck.

Thank you Christo for making me believe in fairytales again, they are real.

Thank you all for all those precious moments. Those of you not mentioned here i`ll thank in person soon, hopefully. Nothing beats the real eye!


Christian Gavigan - February, 18th 2009