My Psychoanalytic Notes

Fire ravages relentlessly through paper. Individual words, ragged sentences, loose thoughts have broken free of their contexts and flare up once again before melting away forever: “unfaithful,” father,” “on 17 October, K. complained of overwork,” “I also think about incest and wanting to save sister.” The clearly legible handwriting on white sheets of paper has given up its search for meaning and surrenders to the flames. Artist Friedl von Gröller hands over several-page-long psychoanalytical protocols from her professional practice as psychoanalyst to the funeral pyre flaring in the middle of a snow-covered landscape. The notes from hundreds of hours...