Gustaaf Peek

‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, dreams! I’m not talking about that imaginative processing that takes place every day in your sleep; nor is it about daydreams, which satisfy the short hunger but prolong the long suffering. For me, there is only one kind and that is the dreams that hungrily claim their place in reality, all the unthinkable until your imagination decides otherwise, the dreams that cannot be trained or chased away, the real dreams, that will not remedy either insult or disappointment, the dreams that reveal you, ridicule motives, the kind of dreams that make you sweat, that frighten you when they suddenly approach you at high speed. I have taken my dreams as real life, there was no other way.’

Thus Gustaaf Peek in this story in which he alternates fragments from his life story with images from the life of Paula Modersohn-Becker in the artists’ village of Worpswede.