2030
WHEN:
Around 2030.
HOW:
I feel like being free from doubts and inner nervousness and wrong ambitions. Not free from sorrows. Feeling close to myself. To my center.
Family and friends carrying me, and I carry them. I carry myself with a direct contact to my beloved ones. With the direct contact to nature. With the inner strength of modesty. With the knowledge of creating and sharing and helping each other.
I am isolated from the outside world, a bit like on another planet (but still on earth), isolated from wars, conflicts and political confusions and political lies. I am in a community, which is self-sufficient und independent. We help each other and share our abilities and skills. Everybody has something like a universal basic income, there is no reason for existential money sorrows.
When I start to think I am not able fading out political issues. In the moment it’s hard for me to be optimistic about the future regarding subjects like politics, climate change, refugees, wars, (ethical empty) technical developments, justice, equal rights, consumption, corruption, greed, capitalism… My view to the political future is hidden in a dark cloud. When I start to think about it, I feel disgusted and afraid because of it. I don’t have an idea how to make a real change into a better world. Or how to make it happen that „good “ideas can grow inside this political climate. (Disregarding little oases, in which I do believe…)
In this dream I do not move or travel. It’s strange, I know. I love traveling, but in this future-place it feels like being disconnected to the outside-world. Like now in corona-times. It seems to be already beyond my imagination…
WHERE:
I am in a place I was always dreaming of: It’s a quiet place in nature, inside or close to the mountains, inside of a village. A simple but wide house with windows to a big wild garden, no other houses are seen. I am in the house, looking outside, feeling comfortable and save and calm and warm. In the house is a huge kitchen and living room, with space for the whole family and friends, who come in and out.
WHAT:
In the house is also my studio, it’s generously built, and gives me the space for my needs. In this dream I see myself being a painter, working constantly, like an artisan or a craftswoman.
No exhibitions, no art-market, no galleries, no hierarchies, no money.
I am doing also workshops for others, for kids, for adults, for old people. Helping them to find their creative language, their inner voices, their paths to their inner stages. Their joy with painting and drawing and playing. Their freedom with little things, little gestures of freedom…
When I paint, I paint for me like doing a diary. Or I paint for others, for their rooms. Paintings to reflect their desires, their dreams, their souls, their memories and visions that have no apposite words. More like a musician: abstract resonate-bodies, no intellect is needed to read or experience it.
(A few years ago, I never questioned it, now it seems to be utopian for me or even ridiculous or impossible to be able to keep a studio in the future)
WITH WHOM:
I see my partner there with me, and my kids. I see also my family and closest friends. sitting with me in the kitchen or in the garden under some damson trees.
My boys are around 14 and 12, beautiful boys. In my dream we love and respect each other. It all feels good when I imagine being with them.