One aim in life yet to fulfil - while ignoring its true feasibility - is to travel through space. The thought of floating in the vacuum and being something trifling in comparison to the black endlessness, where the earth is just the size of a marble, just blows my mind. I would love to know what a front crawl would feel like. Would I be able to write my name in the air with ketchup if I'm just swift enough?

However, an interview with Suni Williams put me right back on earth. Williams is an American astronaut who served two space missions for the International Space Station for over a year. In an interview with the BBC she told how daily life in space can be made bearable. What mattered most was to keep everything as ´regular´ as possible. She brushed her hair daily just as she would do at home, not that it mattered if it really looked good. She brought memorabilia with her, such as a pluche version of her Jack Russell terrier, and marshmallow cream so she could make what has been her favourite snack since she was a child.

But she also told that from such a distance - while trying to keep a daily life in space - issues on earth became trivial. Politics became less significant, and she felt more human than American. Not the news itself but the people concerning the issues became prominent in her thinking. This change of view together with the impact of daily life made me realise what works of art can sometimes achieve. They can be dissected into daily matters - which materials are being used, what is being depicted, what size it is and all the other (physical) proporties you would like to acknowledge. And at the same time - all of a sudden - you can be surrounded by a cocoon that holds you in safe zone from which you can behold phenomena from a distance. Launched into the air, unmarred by resistance, thoughts can be given space to wander. What really does really matter to me and what is of no concern at all? Who am I on this small crumb in a time span hardly worth mentioning? Sometimes thoughts jet by like a wind tunnel, sometimes they introduce themselves neatly one after the other like a job application. And then again you are kindly put back on the soil by the ordinariness of a projector or clay that makes sure you don't drift towards endlessness. You need the earthly and daily matters to survive from a distance and to overview the earth.

Maybe it will become affordable somewhere in the near future to do space travel and, on the way to the red planet, truly see the world for what it is, with my favorite shirt functioning as a reminder of the ´ordinary´. Until then I will settle for less, with James Turrell as my co-pilot.