Ich Bin Die Welt

2010, projectors, bath tub, synthetic fur, cleaning products, neon lights

I, inevitably, return to mountains as a perfect form, strange and intangible, completly opposed to the visceral and jelly like consistency of humans. On the highest plateau, 0 level, not neutral but ballanced (because ballance is never neutral), another dimension, that of things that have been existing since before time and of things that require no name, sublimely manifests. Characters in a continuous state of meditation, of gliding above the world, communicate strange things to us, bits and pieces of bizzare phrases. They sing to us in androginous voices, melodies that seem to come from withing, melancholic and romantic, about letting go and about absolution.