photos/scans: Petra Schweifer
There is this area. I can see it from the balcony. It’s wide and ranges from here to there. It reaches to the backgarden of Massolit Books. Like many empty places here, where once stood a house full of stories. Now the only thing that remained of the house are the backwalls of the houses still standing, with the silhouettes of the lost house. Between this and that lies an unknown area.
In this area are holes in the ground. Many. Widespread. Somebody has digged those holes. In search of something. Each hole has the size and shape of a grave. Surrounded with barrier tape. The earth lies beside them. In mounds. And it remains there since … I have the feeling for ever. Nothing happens. In silence. Ruins of older days.
The exhibition room is a former entrance hall of a house. Now it is bricked on the one side and it is an unknown area which lies between this and that.
I’m just looking around. Seeing what there is. How it is now.
mud / broken legs / little with it / der Fels, der die Füße hält / irgendwann mal war der Park doch zu benutzen / they took down th silk from the light / carved symetric plaster / scheut das Tageslicht / one two three / won’t you / open a window / theater like / sprinkles / massive concrete leaves / all pencil on paper, 20,8 x 14,7 cm, 2016
+ published Zine