In the summer of 2011 I made a small series of small paintings, fully rendered, in acrylic. I left these paintings in different parts of Berlin where people would be sure to find them by some action of their own, such as opening a menu or a magazine. I wrote on the back a message explaining that this was a painting and that if it had found them, it was meant for them as a gift. I will never know what happened to these four paintings. The last I saw them they were in a menu, between the pages of a magazine, tucked into a potted plant at a florists, and sitting in a card rack.
Contemporary theory suggests I should have asked people in the message to let me know where they are if they found them, but the point of such a performance/painting piece is that these are true gifts with no strings attached - none - not even the obligation or request to tell me what happened. Bread on the waters, my Dad would say.