The script of the film installation “I am walking on the pavement as if it were compressed mountains. The stone dust, the pebbles, Silence wants to finger them out of the pavement to examine their scrathes under the microscope when he gets home…” Is about the experience of different realities: which are not always immediatly comprehensible but rather hidden, hidden in a sense of having a different interpretation of a shared reality. Where objects are becoming fluid, like water or the motion of a veil slithering through the wind to question their meaning and change their appearances. If I do not take my surroundings for granted, everyday things will start to appear unfamiliar, their narrative will change over time when I decide to make my own with them. 




Characters: Distance, Interspace, Silence


In this reality, a veil is stroking surfaces, making them look both more significant and insignificant - productive or even contaminated. They stem from single objects bending towards phenomena to start a thought exchange:


Distance:


“Deep within the epidermis connective tissue resides as infinite threads – threads that shape one’s body – threads that make a composition of your thoughts that determine one’s external shape, causing the soul to have a dwelling-place and the body an existence. The body as a being can have the appearance of dying when its experiences solidify. Dying and living can take place simultaneously in the form of a sculpture. It makes the soul more present and- as a result - the body more fragile.”

“All beings are ingesting images everyday which makes them feel saturated. Put a veil on them even when your are not completely capable to comprehend its contours. When doing so the images are forming a huge pile or man-made mountain. The mountain reminds them of accumulated sins, having the appearance of solid shapes, but the veil stirs up delusions. It makes them suspicious of their surroundings - just like their surrounding.”

“They cannot leave these ever extending spaces without feeling affected. They are contagious, you see: I am ingesting the visible world with my eyes, besides having multiple other mediums to record reality. Inhabitants told me if you want to be loyal towards yourself,  you need to experience yourself as alien in the figurative surrounding, otherwise you cannot make abstract landscapes. As a stranger reality feels like a capsule where objects get deformed in a transparent environment...”





Interspace:


“... but partially closed off.

I am porous.

As if blindfolded.

Sometimes the space around me feels like clustered secrets all having their own territory.

I find no access to them, as recently my room was filled with a chair I didn’t make.”





Distance: 


“While they were strolling, a traveler named Silence told me: ‘We can become transparent if we like’. He spoke in soothing tones, like a veil stroking your skin, leaving blurry thoughts behind. By seeing barriers I know that I am moving through spaces. These barriers divide experiences therefore they become spaces in itself, causing distances within.”





Interspace:


“Usually when speed is recognized, crowded skins form skyscrapers.

They become an enormous mass of bodies.   

This concrete building is able to rise even higher, to break through the clouds,

to get a breakthrough in becoming fluffy building -

to deviate.”





Distance:


“Silence once occupied these distances. He saw them as transparent desires, which made him an alien and he could travel unnoticed - leaving abundant traces behind like thousands of footsteps accumulating in and on top of each other.”





Silence:


“Are they still alive?”





Distance:


“To get to know the visible world; the beings walk towards the infected mountain and decide to dig. Suddenly they feel a huge pressure coming up trying to restrain this unknown rising air, impossible to ignore its shape-holding my hands in front of my mouth. But the pressure is way too strong: it exists right in front of me thought it reminds me of nothing. The shape looks vulnerable but not innocent, it is levitating and it does not descend. Unlike the mountain it stays in its in-between territory. The levitating shape begins to move towards the mountain slowly floating into Silence. The habitat of the mountain is filled with air just like the shape: transparent and capable of shrinking to travel towards narrow spaces by squeezing its body – because the mountain contains compressed secrets, hiding in its internal reality. Entering its corridors. The beings are confronted with a lack of orientation through spaces: this space is unseen as it is transparent in transmitting phenomena.”

“As the beings walk through its interior, they decide to contemplate about their furnished bedroom, for it is a comforting space and it is filled with known objects and their universal shadows: the shadow of a chair is just as sharp as the chair itself. When the light hits a surface-the shadow awakens a parallel existence. When sitting on a chair: preparing daily breakfast, concentrating on food, leaving the chair to get a knife; on the way back towards the morning scene they suddenly see the chair as it is being moved by its shadow. The image as a whole feels dead and alive simultaneously. When the sun rises higher and the clouds burst out in tears along the windows, the lit surface causes their knife to shiver, losing its sharp contours as a shadow while keeping a fixed shape.”

“At night I think of water in motion-gleaming water hidden behind my eyelids. The water evokes images I never saw before, watching myself in my chair as a single piece of furniture in an otherwise emptied bedroom. Bedroom; examining my chair for its flowing shape never known.”





Silence:


“The space mirrored itself by imploding frames extracted from

external contours-find their spatial nothingness to arrive somewhere

which excludes nothing.”





Interspace:


“I am one of those pebbles traveling through the current leaving dust behind to form a beach underwater.

Part of the fog, I am a sculpture.

My eyes expressing ocean when a chair begins to wander-when a knife

liquid liquid liquid liquid

I will hide in a corner so the chair is by itself in a no one’s room.”





Distance:


“Freed from their daily routine by removing themselves as vacant beings.

My eye fluid shivers - as if the ocean takes over.

I will consider myself as a residu: gazing passively from a distance.

Chair the dismantled chair and its pieces cannot form a whole anymore.”





Silence:


“But the pieces won’t decay. They are disintegrated but not undefined.

Someone else will find his traces from the shadows to agglutinate its residues:

to obelize its position.”





Interspace:



“When the sun sets

the ocean becomes a disappearing blue mirror.

I still do float fluently

smoothly stiffend I fall deep within the

soothing solidified sea.

There within

collecting pieces of spheres from the tree cavity on the land.”





Silence:


“Some things are too far away to interact with but

that doesn't mean that we aren’t already interacting.”





Interspace:


“My eyes are getting darker in the rhythm of the falling sun.

They try to catch the flickering shapes but they melt along bodies:

becoming ocean around them.”