The starting point for the exhibition is the place.
Sergels torg.
Stockholm.
The world.
The money.
Politics.
Our new neighbors.
Our new life without borders.
The place is the financial heart of Stockholm.
It is surrounded by the National Bank, SE Bank, Åhlens, with NK a stone’s throw to the east.
Underneath the locale are tunnels between the banks and department stores, and under these tunnels are fibers.
Money races through these fibers.
Money races through the air as well.
It smells like money here.
Representatives for the new economy live in the skyscrapers opposite the exhibition’s locale.
Last year they were lionized, this year their stocks are called postage stamp stocks.
Money has a short memory.
All this is presumed to be important.
This is what is important: when all of a sudden ordinary artisans, office workers and blue-collar workers sit playing the stock market on the internet during their lunch breaks, not going to the bathroom because they might lose money.
Then it is important.
Then it is almost dangerous.
Because today, money is everything. And not just any money: dollars, D-marks and, soon, the Euro. Money is always right. Because if you have no money, you die.
Money is everything to the south and to the north.
To the east and to the west.
And those who are best at talking about money areartists; like lonely men who sit in cafés in Cairo all their lives, dreaming about women they will never meet, artists dream about money.
All the money in the world belongs to the artist.
Fork it over.
The artist’s name is a trademark, a brand name, hard cash in the new economy.
Let me just sign here.
Come here with that gold.
Tyhere should be no delay.
To get money, lots of money.

Karin Hansson & Nils Claesson