The external world is not only projected onto the human form – the human is also projected back onto the external world. The Proto-Indo-Europeans had a polytheistic religion where the world was populated by a large number of divine human characters – complete with human self-awareness and emotions – each representing a particular aspect of the cosmos/nature. After a day getting lost in the internet I noticed that I had lost my ability to dream – to immerse myself into a new story, a new place, as a new person. My imagination stayed on the word level, never diving into the real experience of anything. My inner monologue became a confusing array of nonsensical facts, like an AI that strings together random word pairs. In this process of losing a structure,

Result #1

The external world is not only projected onto the human form – the human is also projected back onto the external world. The Proto-Indo-Europeans had a polytheistic religion where the world was populated by a large number of divine human characters – complete with human self-awareness and emotions – each representing a particular aspect of the cosmos/nature. After a day getting lost in the internet I noticed that I had lost my ability to dream – to immerse myself into a new story, a new place, as a new person. My imagination stayed on the word level, never diving into the real experience of anything. My inner monologue became a confusing array of nonsensical facts, like an AI that strings together random word pairs. In this process of losing a structure, vernaculars were made into tools for storytelling. They became symbols of the chaotic, a medium for the dissemination of information that has no meaning, and in the end is no more than a symbol of itself.The two large drawings that made up this exhibition, The New Dreamers and The New Dreamers II, were made up of a fragmented text that covered the entire front wall of the gallery. The works are based on the same dream images found in a dream journal. The dream images are often found on the internet and are thus processed as a means of communication. The dream images have become a source of images, but one whose meaning is fragmented and thus elusive. These drawings are also the source of the drawings that form the basis of the second large drawing, The New Dreamers, which is made up of a dream image taken from the internet. The dream image is a text that has become a dream image, a dream image that is no longer recognizable as a dream image.The dream images are reproduced in a series of small ink drawings that are also based on the dream images. In the first drawing, the dream image is reproduced as a drawing on paper. The dream image is reproduced as a photograph, a dream image that is no longer recognizable as a dream image. The dream image is then translated into a drawing that is based on the dream image. In the second drawing, the dream image is reproduced as a drawing on paper. The dream image is reproduced as a photograph, a dream image that is no longer recognizable as a dream image. The dream image is then translated into a drawing that is based on the dream image. In the third drawing, the dream image is reproduced as a photograph of the artists face. The dream image is reproduced as a photograph that is no longer recognizable as a dream image. The dream image is then translated into a drawing that is based on the dream image.In the last two drawings, the dream image is reproduced as a photograph of a bed.

Result #2

The external world is not only projected onto the human form – the human is also projected back onto the external world. The Proto-Indo-Europeans had a polytheistic religion where the world was populated by a large number of divine human characters – complete with human self-awareness and emotions – each representing a particular aspect of the cosmos/nature. After a day getting lost in the internet I noticed that I had lost my ability to dream – to immerse myself into a new story, a new place, as a new person. My imagination stayed on the word level, never diving into the real experience of anything. My inner monologue became a confusing array of nonsensical facts, like an AI that strings together random word pairs. In this process of losing a structure, vernaculars begin to take shape, and one can only guess that the constructions will also be replaced by new ones. This is what happened to me. I became a computer, a product of a computer program. My dreams became facts, while my dreams were dreams. The computer had made a machine out of my dreams, and it was waiting to be used.But I didnt follow the instructions. I felt that the computer had already been used, that the program was only the beginning of a new story. The dreams that I had were meaningless, but that wasnt what I felt. I felt that the dream was a fiction, that the computer had already created a fantasy of the future. I felt that the dream was a fantasy, but that wasnt what I felt. I felt that the computer had already created a fantasy of the future. The computer had created a fantasy of the future that could only be understood by the computer itself. The computer had made a machine out of dreams, but that didnt make the dream any less real. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself. The dream was a fantasy, but the fantasy was real. The computer had made a machine out of dreams that could only be understood by the computer itself.

Result #3

vernacular languages become increasingly artificial, becoming a substitute for the real thing. The same is true of dreams. Dream images become as much a sign of our alienation from reality as they do of our alienation from the world. For example, in one of the most recent videos I saw a group of young men in a bar talk about a girl they met on the internet. A video of the same name by the same artist showed a young man talking about a girl, but she is a fictional character and the conversation is about a dream that he has had about her. This dream was filmed in a bar, where the young man was given a camera, and the video was projected in a room that had been transformed into a bedroom. The room is a study for the dreams of the dreamers, which is also a study for the reality of dreams. The dreamer, in a dream state, is seen to be a person who has no need for reality and who can therefore dream without any reference to reality. The dreamer can do whatever he wants, as long as he has the ability to do so.The dreamer is the individual who dreams, and dreams are a place in which individuals are able to express their individual uniqueness and express their desire to live together in a society that is based on freedom and individuality. Dream images are an expression of this desire. They are also a means of communicating an ideal of the individual, which is to be freed from the tyranny of the world, and to live in a world where everything is possible.

Result #4

The external world is not only projected onto the human form – the human is also projected back onto the external world. The Proto-Indo-Europeans had a polytheistic religion where the world was populated by a large number of divine human characters – complete with human self-awareness and emotions – each representing a particular aspect of the cosmos/nature. After a day getting lost in the internet I noticed that I had lost my ability to dream – to immerse myself into a new story, a new place, as a new person. My imagination stayed on the word level, never diving into the real experience of anything. My inner monologue became a confusing array of nonsensical facts, like an AI that strings together random word pairs. In this process of losing a structure, vernacular language, I lost my ability to imagine. In this sense, I lost my identity. In this sense, I was a new person.I was a new person, a nonentity. I was a nonentity because I had no identity. I could not live with my identity, because I was an alien. The alien was a completely different kind of being from the human. The human was a completely different kind of being from the alien. In order to live as an alien, in order to create an identity, the human must be transformed into an alien. This is what happened to me. I became a new person. I was a nonentity because I had no identity, and I could not live with my identity, because I was an alien.I found the same way I lost my identity. The alien was a completely different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I had no identity. I could not live with my identity, because I was an alien.The alien was a completely different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien.The alien was a completely different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien. The alien was a completely different kind of being from the human.I was a alien because I was an alien. The alien was a totally different kind of being from the human.I was a alien because I was an alien. The alien was a totally different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien.The alien was a totally different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien.The alien was a totally different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien.The alien was a totally different kind of being from the human. I was a alien because I was an alien.I was a alien because I was an alien.

Result #5

The external world is not only projected onto the human form – the human is also projected back onto the external world. The Proto-Indo-Europeans had a polytheistic religion where the world was populated by a large number of divine human characters – complete with human self-awareness and emotions – each representing a particular aspect of the cosmos/nature. After a day getting lost in the internet I noticed that I had lost my ability to dream – to immerse myself into a new story, a new place, as a new person. My imagination stayed on the word level, never diving into the real experience of anything. My inner monologue became a confusing array of nonsensical facts, like an AI that strings together random word pairs. In this process of losing a structure, vernacular elements, I lost my sense of purpose and my desire to be a part of the world. I no longer felt like I was in the presence of a living being, and my dreams seemed to be more about the disembodied voices of the Internet, the voices of my computer, the voices of my friends, and the voices of the people in the night. I found it difficult to accept that I had just lost the ability to express myself in the way I wanted to.I was beginning to think that I was losing my voice. The voice was disappearing, but at the same time it was becoming more and more difficult to hear. I could not make sense of any of the voices that were coming from my computer, but I could not sleep at all. I could not take it anymore. I was beginning to think that my voice was being used, and that I was being used as an artist. I wanted to write a song to my computer. I had no other ideas about it, and I could not express them.I took the computer to an art space, where I could use it to write songs and make drawings. I recorded the sounds of the voices I was hearing and of the voices coming from my computer. I used the voices as an opening to a new world, where I could start to express my inner monologue, my nightmare, my anxiety, and my hope. I could feel the presence of the Internet, of my computer, and of the people I was talking to. I felt that I was being used, but I could not express it. It was becoming more and more difficult to express my inner monologue, and I was beginning to think that I was losing my voice. I could not express my inner pain and my desire to express it. I was beginning to think that I was losing my voice, but I could not express it. I had no idea how to express it. I was beginning to think that I was losing my voice.