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Evelīna Deičmane & Theo Mercier

Shine and Shit

Installation, dimensions variable, 2009


hey latvian queen,

i was on my way to write you something beautiful about life and spring

energies.

i was on my way but i got lost,

trapped in the closet of depression,

i got lost and i got drunk. then i

lost my keys, it was raining, it was

the night, darker than ever, and i

was alone, lost and alone. whatever

now the sun is shining, the birds are

singing, but all the rest is the same

old shit.

no, it’s not true, something has

changed: i’m RICH, filthy rich.

i thought it would be exciting to eat

something else than fried old shoes,

i thought money would make me

happy and more attractive

i thought something magic would

happen...

but i was wrong, I’m rich but dry

and grey, sad and brown, sick and

evil ... ugly ... nasty.

i will stop because your computer

will start to cry and you’ll get elec-

trocuted.

and i don’t want that, not before our

survival show.

you know in my dreams there is

something about eating parents,

in fact it’s more about parents feed-

ing they’re babies with themselves.

what do you think about that, is’nt it

refreshing, cool and fun?

ok, maybe i ‘ll imagine something

less gothic...

otherwise, to answer to you question

4, wee need weed, girls and cocain...

that’s all i think

what do you think?

if there is a little piece of love some-

where in my pocket...it’s for you.

I’m thinking of you even if you didn’t

wish me my birthday on time.

the less of the less

a world of kindness.

god bless you

god bless latvia.

t


hey french dreamer,

reading your letter, i’m happy to hear

that everything is really bad.

lets compare your heavy raining

from outside and inside in paris and

my pretend shining from outside

and inside in riga?

and what i can do with the same

problem ... birds are shining and the

sun is singing, people are happy on

the streets. you are rich but i’m not

but i can by some cheap happiness

that is made in poland.

it is grey evening and i’m dreaming

of one more little glass of vodka. it

could make me a better person with

the brighter future.

as for our future it is surviving work

and we need a title for it! my favor-

ites are...

“shit and shine”,

“worst than paradise”,

“how to have a fun with the piece

of bred?,

“if you are eating your shoes, who’s

gonna eat your bread?

“don’t trust to the short people”

(they are never on time to wish you

a happy birthday). but i hope you

will forgive me that cause i have a

present for you and it is written on it

“needs a lot of sun. not edible!”

as for ideas of work, i think it should

be a few (5 / 8) small installations

with weak movements and dieing

quiet sound. it could look like as ev-

erything is going to the happy end-

ing.

it’s makes me think about small

shop deep in the countryside where

everything is old and expensive but

the people who work there are hon-

est and kind.

i’m thinking that everything will be

fine! but also not for everyone!

laughing is the best way to survive!

i need your quick response to it!

dreaming of you dreaming of good

life with big boobies

happy birthday!

lv love

e