Dreams
A party where everyone hated each other. We celebrated New Year’s Eve, and we knew that this year, this year is going to crash and burn and we will turn to dust.
I loose too much hair and I’m turning bald I’m turning old I’m turning into the devil and I cannot recognize myself any longer. I open my mouth to scream but my voice is no more.
A wedding and everyone is cheering me on but as I stand there by the aisle I know, I know with absolute certainty, that I’m making a mistake.
Palmyra is burning. I’m standing on a rooftop and I see the chaos and death and the black smokes rise over the desert. I hear the thousand voices of our ancestors calling me. Blaming me for what my generation is doing to what little we still have left. Echoes grow louder.
I’m in Dantes inferno and I need to get home. I long for my home and I have almost nothing to loose, almost no energy left in me. Around me, people have died in their attempts. I’m so homesick for the green leaves, for the comfort of my bed, for my friends and family. I ache.
— dream diary
dreams-tova-jertfelt
dreams-tova-jertfelt

An interdisciplinary project where I explored how subjective, chaotic memories from the night terrors can be translated into the realm of wake. With different pieces I retell the adventures of my nights. 


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Exhibitioned at JUSTE Gallery, Hornstull February 2016
Exhibitioned at Shangri-La, Hornhuset, Hornstull March 1st 2016

dreams-tova-jertfelt
dreams-tova-jertfelt
dreams-tova-jertfelt