flying swing; fine-art print auf alu-dibond, 66,5 x 100 cm, framed; 2019
When the drunks passed the flying swing carousel at night, it didn’t take them long to get on it. In the heat of the moment the last one swung onto one of the already moving chairs. Too late for them to realise, it takes a person on the ground to turn it off again.
Pleading and moaning, they were found by the police. The flying swing carousel was still on, the lights shining, the chairs high in the air as the officers approached. The hunters from the village were caught in the never ending spinning frame.