Dunewaves
Soloshow, Self Service open artspace,
September 2012 Stuttgart

 

The Exhibition „Dunewaves" was the first work of mine that linked to a science fiction short story. Following the idea to create a enhanced immersion of the visitor into the story through the Installation and its wavy soundtrack. Through the visual fragility of the sand pyramids people already stepped very carefully into the space. The sculptures where to be touched, hold and balanced in their hands. The small sculptures produced for this show where 3D printed as I wanted them to have a unusual feel and appearance. The process of 3D printing paired as a perfect translational act from textual fiction to physical space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                         

Time and space, moving like a jellyfish. Expanding and

contracting, floating up and falling back, but still moving

slowly towards a fixed destination.


Even though we lost orientation, and our brains seemed to

have melted shortly after we came to this desert, I have the

strange feeling that we still are on the right track. Something is

pulling us, taking control over our will at- taching us to this

invisible twine that strings between the dunes.

 

The dumb commitment by the crew to such an insane

expedition is somewhat frightening, but what can we do except

keep going further, hoping to find the unknown. The heat helps

us forget, forget the doubts, forget the past. So we drift through

the desert like brainless jellyfish through the sea, heading

towards that relieving surface that will open our eyes again.

 

The feeling of total exhaustion is erased by the repetition of our

stride. But with one step the balance has suddenly changed,

and another monotony enters our lives. A slight but audible

sound of waves growing louder with time, reaching an

unbearable level after what felt like four days. It’s clear that

we couldn’t reach it, the sound prob- ably wasn‘t even

produced by water. Still, we feel it sur- rounding us, every little

hair on our body vibrating with the waves. It is in the air, not

in our heads.

 

After another four days our limit was reached. We stood still,

looked at each other until one after the other col- lapsed,

dipping into the surface of the dunes, passing through to the

unknown.

 

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