Georg Dahled at CATHY

Artist: Georg Dahled

Exhibition title: Looking for Mushrooms

Venue: CATHY, Furth im Wald, Germany

Date: October 8 – November 6, 2022

Photography: all images copyright and courtesy of the artist and CATHY, Furth im Wald

I was born under a black sun.

It’s a good thing you didn’t screw me after all. That would mean I was really dead. You would have fucked my animal body thinking that I was a woman, and you wouldn’t have cared that the real me was dying. I am not a woman. I was up on the ceiling watching you do real things with that body.

She was not a woman. She was the ghost of the weed garden.

When you feed me, you make me feel that both my body and my self are wanted. This helps me join back together. When you screw me, I can feel that my body is dead. People can screw dead bodies, but they never feed them.

It is wonderful to be beaten up or killed because no one does that to you if they don’t care. If you killed me, it would be because you want to resurrect me, you want me to be really alive, really good, really here. If you beat my ugly parts I could at least feel that they were mine, I could bring them into me instead of trying to cut them off.

Some people go through life with vomit on their lips. I can smell their terrible hunger, but they can’t be fed.

I wish you could understand just one word that I say. I can see you want to help me, desperately. Day after day, you come back. You are trying to break through. Your eyes are wet with warm life, freshness, goodness – but if you get too close, I am terrified you will breathe me in, breathe in whatever dirty ash or black spores I have inside me. You will breathe that in and then all that is good and fresh will be gone. It is too awful that you will be hurt by the sickness.

There is an I looking for a me.

She is not very strong anymore.

In silence I am naked and my thoughts pour out of me like a scream. She could seep into you, and take you over, and we know that she is not a good girl.

There is an eye looking for a home.

Are you crying?

Good.

 – Text by Rosie Dahlstrom