LABYRINTHS

By Jadran Sturm, 1990. Stockholm, Sweden. 
Installation with 12 oil paintings on paper.

After having worked for a long time with his Pyramid series, these paintings were created intuitively during one day on a continuous roll of brown paper. Each labyrinth was roughly cut off upon completion, before the next painting begun. They were exhibited on a wall next to the installation Pyramids, to  create a dialogue between the two works. During this period, Jadran also wrote several texts in Swedish which connect to his pyramids and labyrinths. Each text has a distinct visual composition marking rhythm and pauses. Below you can read a translation and see an example of how he wrote.
 
 

English translation:


NON PRONOUNCED AIR  :AIR IN ME  :  I BREATHE IN BREATH   : THROUGH THE BACK OF YOU    : 

A HAND:   A HAND WITH FIVE FINGERS   :   HOPE   :TO THE ONE WHO CANT GIVE BIRTH TO AIR :

AIR TO ME IS WHO IS NOT IMPREGNATED   :

TWO HANDS   :HAPPINESS   :HAPPINESS IN YOUR MOUTH HAPPINESS IN MY MOUTH    : 

AIR    :     THE AIR    :     THE WIND    :     WIND    : 

FOUR HANDS   :    TWO HEARTS   : FOUR EYES     :    ONE VIEW    : LABYRINTH   :

I SPEAK IN YOUR MOUTH    : I SPEAK IN YOUR RED BLOOD   : I TALK IN YOUR VOICE   :

I TALK TO YOU    : IN THE LANGUAGE OF MOUTH     :

I AM IN LABYRINTH    :     I LISTEN TO YOUR HEART    :    I AM YOUR HEART    :    MY

HEART HAS WANDERED OVER TO YOU    : I LISTEN TO YOU    : HJÅ-HO   : HJÅ-HO:   HJÖ -HO   :

TO LOVE A WORD    : TO LOVE A WORD LONELY WORD    : TO LOVE A LOVED WORD   : 

TO GIVE    YOUR LIPS A LONELY WORD    :

TO GIVE TO YOUR LIPS A LONELY WORD    :

I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO GIVE IT TO ME    : 

I AM IN LABYRINTH    :    ONLY ONE WORD ERASES ME FROM THE WORDS   :   ONE     ONE WORD  :

I SEE NO-ONE  :  I SEE ONLY EYES   : I MEET NO-ONE   :   I MEET ONLY THE MOUTH   : 

I DONT SEE ME    : I DONT MEET ME   :    PS   :

ME

I     I PULSATE   :    PULSATE IN A LIFE OF HEARTS AND NOTHINGNESS    : I  I IMPREGNATE YOU   :

IN DARK LIGHT   : WHICH GIVES YOU A RED FRUIT IN THE STOMACH   : UNTIL IT BECOMES ONLY LIGHT THE LIGHT IN ME   :

A SONG OF LIPS GOES THROUGH MY EARS INTO YOUR EARS    : UNTIL THE FLOWER BECOMES BLOODY  :

I HAVE TO LAUGH LAUGH WITH CLOSED LIPS YOUR  :   A  A  A    A   A   A    AMEN  :