June 13, 2010

The Zebra
Curated by Johan Löfgren
31/5 – 13/6 2010

The Zebra pushed himself out of the badgers burrows in full splendour. His limbs, torso and corpus felt crookbacked and paralyzed after a long vinter in the cramped and claustrofobic lair. He had not spent his time alone in the damp and dark nest. They were twelve other individuals in the nest. The Zebra had been reluctant to crawl in. He was already prepared. Sleep did he not need. His inner ekoed by the paradox “the more he sleeps the more tired one gets” and he kicked restlessly with his hoofs. The others in the nest whimpered but that could not be helped. He did not want to be pupated. – Air!
He filled his lungs with air and neighed like a Lipizzan.

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