Why do we daydream? Is it a consequent, a post-state to thinking too much? Like a hangover after a big night drinking. Or is it an involuntary act our brains perform to obtain a healthy balance in varying the intensity of our own thoughts. (Wiki's Daydream.)
Sundays in Berlin are like a city in a daydream. A half there, lazy ghost town. Most stores are closed. Life is simple. Sunday, just a day in the sun.
Against this landscape Keith Telfeyan's video work "I Was A Daydream" played. Time in the gallery lingered, kind of vacant. The smooth rhythmic sounds behind this daydream had an effect of softening your thoughts semi-transparent. It is true we didn't do much work in the residency, unconsciously entranced by Telfeyan's daydream.