Gallerie Crystal Ball, Berlin Germany.
I tell a story about the subtle tyranny of desire and the illusions of value. I convinced myself that I needed a statue of Jesus. At the market, I chose instead a Buddha, not out of conviction, but because he was cheaper.
It is an observation on consumerism, on how want masquerades as need, and how principles can dissolve in the face of convenience. The sacred becomes malleable, interchangeable, and subject to the calculus of cost, revealing the quiet compromises that shape our choices and, ultimately, our lives. I read a story of a dream I had few night later.
Bursting the illusion.
Sara Björnsdóttir 