SiO2
a carefull meeting between two bumblebees, on the fenster of my window. one is dead, the other one is dying. it’s breathing heavily, when suddenly she detects the other one. the bumblebee crawls on her companion, touching it with it’s antennas, even licking it while she inspects the body. then she turns away her back, it seems like she became aware of what fate lays ahead for her.
video
silent documentation
duration: 24:41 minuts.
amplitude: gallus gallus domesticus
the egg is integrated into the cosmogony of every nation on earth as a sacred expression. it is honored because of both its universal form and its inner mystery. an egg is one cell, one primordial atom. in the first spiritual representations of man it was already known as that, which best shows the origin and the secret of ‘being’. with some energy in the form of heat, the gradual development of the imperceptible seed within the closed shell starts to develop. it is a symbol of inner activity, without any external force that produced an operational “something” from a hidden “nothing.”
as part of the ongoing research, i want to look for the cosmogonic pulse. i placed a grammaphone player needle onto a fertilized egg which was in it’s late stage. the sensitive piëzo element records pressure and movements of the chicken fetus inside it’s shell. i found several pulsating sounds of which sound like a heartbeat. the audio is being played on two black speakers, which makes the pulsating sound become bigger than we are. the installation is the beginning, a notification of the presence of the primeval being.
audio-installation
amplitude: vibrationis
two old fused hands awkwardly look for the right keys on an old hammond organ. they are from an old woman who is not in the picture. she was born in the late 1920s and was so weak that she had to be fed with a goose feather dipped in milk. in the original video she talks about how she became and developped as a musician during the second world war and the reconstruction. in exchange for a bag of firewood, she can take accordion lessons in the nearest city. every week she takes her accordion and the bag of firewood on the bus.
the melodies she has played at weddings, carnivals and funerals can be heard. it does not work out so well, her and the hammond organ’s antiquity work against it. the image is brittle and vulnerable. the vibrations of her hands are transformed into the vibration of the music. it is a piece of antiquity that cannot be seen or grasped, but is made known through the old electronic organ, which sings the time into a malleable material.
video, beamed on a black wall.
duration: 2:31 minuts.
