a ringing telephone from which a possible past can be heard
Wild Thyme Music #3 – A Sonic Interaction In 2004, musicologist Helga de la Motte Haber told me about composer Rolf Julius’ idea for a sound installation next to a highway that would make you forget the sound of traffic. The idea of such an ‘acoustic hole’, as she called it, has fascinated me ever…
As we slowly welcome the end of the year and the beginning of different things to arise, we are pleased to announce that while we are in the process of preparing version 2.0 of our last event Super Sport, we are inviting you all to participate in the Super Pre-Show. The idea of this Pre-Show…
Morph Words that will never be saidEchoes of a soulInevitable FateWhat needs to come to lightThe time has comeA costructive deconstructionRuinsRemainsLeftovers, what left is overWhat left behindUnloadingI am not who I was beforeWhere I was, before I come hereWhat never wasMy broken trust and my stubborn heartA hoveringAn exodus from the vertical axisA fallA recoveryThe…
Mrs. Holle Just Left the Building
Asya Birsel and Robert Selim Hill The all-wind gravedigger “Well… the sea does what it wants. They may have all died together, on the same day or night, but the sea probably spat them out in disorder… The sea is like that…You know, my problem is plastic sheeting… I never have enough for all the corpses…”from an interview…
Guilding Abandoned Insect Nests As we explored the burnt down, abandoned Psiloritis building, I discovered what looked like small balls of clay thrown on the wall: sand-coloured, mysterious blobs fixed in corners high up on walls and against the ceiling. My curiosity was piqued and when I got up close I realized they were abandoned…
