Kipppunkt

Just order and suddenly everything is on the edge | An exhibition with drawings by Fredrik Siebel

I don't know when I fell asleep.
I do know when I woke up.
Shortly after the middle of it.
Is it art or garbage? Or in the middle of it?
Deliberate, spontaneous or without meaning?
Young or old?
When does hot water turn cold?
Where is the tipping point?
Are we walking dead, or are we walking into life?
(by Arno Nyhm)