In the Eye of the Timber
New Frankfurt Internationals
January 2015 Frankfurt
For the exhibition "New Frankfurt Internationals" at Frankfurter Kunstverein I build a tree fountain and wrote a new chapter for the eongoing stories from the sparkling forrest. This time from a different perspective by describing the world in the eye of a tree or from the expanded consciouseness of the trees.
In a young world of flushing glitter I range in curves up high, to feel and see what surrounds me, and spread my few thick leaves out to collect and sniff the passing gusts of traces, notes, thoughts, fantasies and memories. All carried along on the clouds of raining sparks, that color the air and facilitate the agile jumps of mental expressions, throughout the sparkling forest. All rushing by while I am fixed in mid air, floating in one place, eager to catch it all but always passive. It is astounding to read the feelings of moving beings, how they jump and run, fly and climb, as a results of their collaborating elements of bones, tendons and muscles. Muscles. How would it feel to have some muscles? To move from one moment to the next? Making changes in seconds and wandering around, discovering the world with your own body, feeling the ground.
With all the feelings I collect, I like to play and create a mental mosaic of another sort, into which I dive in my mind and move
around to see what‘s beyond those hills of silver green. Though how awkward it feels to
be another: so hasty, so nervous, unable to look, to observe or listen. Such focused minds don‘t leave any space to drift in their thoughts. Driven by the running time of a life cycle, I hush from bush to bush. Hustling with a hasty pace, I feel the downsides of life with a heartbeat.
So nice to slip back into my wooden body, enjoying the tickling of the wind at the tip of my silver leaves. Feeling my veins pump the juice of life from my remote roots up into every extent of my ranging body and streaming back into the network of intertwined curls of our collective timber roots. The web of roots is our realm, where we swift and spin thoughts faster then speech can tell. A secluded world apart from the heartbeat-beings, always there, always hidden, always listening through their trunk antennas. Driven by peaceful curiosity, searching for the reasons of being and an understanding of the elementary structure of this complex multi-species biotope.
All this grown knowledge flows through our roots into our trunks, branches, leaves and then back. It never leaves our wooden paths and stays cut off from other beings. So sad to see these cuts in nature, all living in co-dependence, sharing space and scope, but lagging so much in translation and open paths. I want to open up, share what I see and think with all the surrounding souls. To mold the spy into a witness, and form a multi-species dialogue. I suck and pump, stop streaming back, and push the lively juice of knowledge through my pores, out to the air.