
Yesterday I was in Brooklyn, I went to see my installation, Exorcism of the last painting I ever made, at the Faurschou Foundation.
It was made in 1996. The remnants of locking myself in a room in a gallery in Sweden for three and a half weeks painting naked, with fisheye lenses, so people could look in. Anyway, while I was looking at the work I saw this drawing of my mum and dad.