A jumble of worlds...

I grew up in a climate of political protest, in a family of anarchists and socialists. An existence far from drone of market-embracing prophets,

which lasted until summer came. Then I lived with my maternal grandmother, who grew strawberries and listened to news on the radio, in anxious wonder before the course of events. She was married to a flamboyant restaurant manager, and each summer I found her a bit older, until she recently passed away.

 

During  the last few years, after the fickle times of youth, I’ve been living with different people, in relations and in leave-taking. Working in various places, I’ve been practising meditation, creating self portraits, travelling in several countries. A flow of different worlds, where every encounter made its mark. Where any perception of context is perennially dissolving. People reappearing, angular streets, hazy views. Everything repeats itself  without end, and the same question remains:  Am I creating my environment, or is the environment creating me?

 

Joakim Eneroth