„So, what color is the past?“ (Peter Geimer)
„Look at the landscape around you, and carve it onto your memory. You must change it, so that it does not resemble what was here before you. The mountain, the hills, the forest and the meadows – they must all bare your name and reflect the light of your face … Tell everyone you were here first, they will believe you.”
Amos Kenan, „The First“
“It looks like violence but it’s not. I mean, pleasure and pain are the same thing, right? What makes it in today’s marketplace is reality. And tears are real.”
People look at the sky and they see something beautiful, for me i don’t know i don’t like to look at it. It’s especially bad when I’m somewhere up high (on a mountain or hill or roof or something) and if there’s no clouds in the sky. In the night it is less common for me, but in the day and without clouds, if it happens, it’s really hard to cope with. Dizziness, chest pain heart palpitations etc. I’ve been scared of the sky since I was little. I had a nightmare when I was a kid where I was floating underwater in the ocean and all I could see in every direction was just blue forever, and it really freaked me out. I do experience it while driving as well, generally in very large open roads where there is no close tree line or buildings. just flat ground. It’s terrifying, I always want to grab onto something tight because I really feel like I’m gonna fall.
A passion for the ambiguous, the indefinite, the obscure and the distant (things wrapped in mist, a distant fire in darkness, mountains in intimate fusion with clouds) a celebration of subjectivity, often accompanied by the morbid desire to lose oneself in the various infinities of nature.
philie = love;
“Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;” 1 Corinthians 6:19
Is it even possible to think of someone in the past? (Jean-Paul Sartre)
Together they work on the ever-stubborn difference between word and image and the sometimes lucky coincidences of translation. The focus of their work lays on optical, translucent or luminous medias: the projector, the screen surface, the eye and its tears
The collective arranges nights that chase various atmospheres: high spirit, microsleep and the search for rapid intimacy.