AUÐUR LÓA

I often tell this story, but I always make sure to change it a bit, say that it was my uncle and not my aunt for whom I was house-sitting and taking care of the cats. For her sake, I also switch Kópavogur out for Laugardalur. The tulips, however, are always tulips. When I tell it to people I don’t know particularly well, I change my ex into a friend whom I invited over for dinner, and then the underwear becomes a hat or a cap. These are just little details that don’t really matter for the story. 

Maybe a week passed from when she got back from Cyprus until I finally called her. When I had finished telling her about this, she very kindly asked me not to spread it all over town. And I understand that, and why she’s still upset about it. I wouldn’t want people to always think about something like this when they sat down on the living room sofa at my place. Absolutely not. But I don’t see it as just a story about Remi and Leo; in and of itself it’s also a subtly philosophical story about indoor cats and windows. And hospitality." 

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Exhibition text by Sölvi Halldórsson