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Text by Hannah Gruy in reaction to The remnants of Something Else, Zurich 15.6.1993

 

[ripples]

 

Like footsteps, the words follow one after another, turning into harmonies

the ponderous silences echo and crash

Time to see
Time to hear

The piece makes audible what we are already in. The voices are intrusions which
make available to our ears what we already think, but do not yet know. Sound is
created, but you recreate it.

Intrusion becomes culture, stop and embrace it.

Intoxicate your hearing through your memories. Yellow jacket, yes…

An uncanny recollection sits under the belly awaiting its excavation

What have you lost? The artist changes the time. You are present.

The voices divert you from mechanical boredom

Spilling into the abyss.

[ironic detachment]

 Cracks on sidewalks delicate like veins in leaves. Trace the line.

The artist interrupts your thought, you hear
culture. 

Trickling below your feet the snapshots reappear
Offshoots from the screen

Collision of thought resurrects sight
voices change your hearing. People walk, people follow

[skeleton of thought]

The artist is navigator, starting from an unstable point, the architecture
of produced memory changes and she must re measure. There is no fixed way.

Words overlap and provoke curiosity as an added element to the environment,
the words and sounds are carried with you. Nostalgia is superimposed on the noises.
Thinking changes course.