ACORN HUNT

ACORN HUNT a strip is left between the lake and the accommodation facilities the crunch of the undershrub is heard underfoot constantly something disintegrates but the twinflowers should not be scrunched constantly almost seeing a loon thank you for enabling me to enjoy the uttermost peace of this place it is well and truly peaceful here regrettably the cuckoo of the cuckoo clock has started to transform previously it used to be meticulously executed slowly it has started to lose its details it seems like its overall form is transforming too, perhaps towards something like a bird’s egg it makes no sound as it shows itself on the hour it somehow dwindles it becomes an abstraction I must stay up tomorrow night people, who call a white dog Snow people, who get a white cat and say The most fitting name would be Snow people, who lift up a white rabbit and say A fitting name would be Snow people, who go to the shop and buy eight metres of white fabric other people, who think they know what will become of the fabric people, who say This green bird I will call Snow the green bird, who is soundless today a white cockatoo, which vandalises an ugly railing and imitates a laugh people, who have white leftover furniture paint people, who won’t bother to get rid of it but will rather paint a bit more people, who get a white chicken and say You would think that a white chicken called Snow would lay white eggs, but instead it lays pink ones, come and see for yourselves people, whose red-eyed guinea pig will be called Snow the Ruby-Eyed people, who say This brown horse I will call Snow, because it is a silent one people, who seize the chance when it’s zero degrees and push around a creaking ball, which eventually is peppered with gravel snow, which someone has shaped into caves during the night people, who enter those caves a person, who exits the cave on the edge of the field and shouts to the crowd SNOOOW a person, who pretends to be talking on their phone if Snow turns around people, who point at two white rabbits and say These are called Frost and Thaw quite funny! people, who listen to white noise in the evenings to calm down after everything a person, who says at the party I have always wanted to be a falcon another person, who answers So have I! Written by Eeva Turunen (author), English language translation by Matias Loikala (If published, the author of the exhibition text is hoping for the line spacing to stay the same as in the original text, or to mimic it as well as your platforms own visual characteristics allow! Thank you so much for taking this into consideration!)