Soloudstilling med Theis Wendt i D7

Synthetic  Reveries

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This is the tumbling tundra.

A figure tumbling through that tundra,

loose teeth and fell-off shoes in its wake.

That tumbling figure appears to be me.

My body tumbling through that tumbling tundra.

My moss-suit cushions the blows, but my body – purple – green - will be  bruished by morning. A dandelion signal stirrs in my nostril EVADE! EVADE! and I slide horisontally through the soggy soil of the hillside and into the oldcold permafrost. Cables snap from my arms and spine and I feel my bloodsugar drop instantly. Stuck between sediments, suspended in time and I have broken an antlar. My signal will most surely be delayed.

I regain consciousness by dawn!

The luxury of a name was never given to me. Where I come from we eat what is living. My sense of language is very rudimentary. We mainly communicate through whistles, taps and clicks. In fact, I do not understand what you say. I stuff my mouth with lichen hoping my signal will improve. Above me eaglecopters circle in a mid-air mating dance. Buzz buzz buzz. I shoot one down and throw it on the fire. Pop pop pop.

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Shadows stretch thinly across low growing shrubs commanding me to sleep and I wedge my body between stones and cover it with dirt and moss. I switch my Necrovalve to /Uu. Breathing sky. Goodnight Malevolent Mother. I go into a starless sleep and move on to new flamescapes.

Tekst: Rolf Nowotny

Foto: David Stjernholm

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Udstillingsperiode : 10.marts - 1. april 2017

Udstillingen er støttet af Københavns Kommune og Statens Kunstfond