Carpooling, collective lateness. A local weather report: There are air conditioners stacked in the garage. We are lying awake as the water drips, waiting for sirens, mistaking the microwave for an alarm (fires).
All flags hung still and wondered. Waiting for the water to drop, waiting for temperatures to rise. Latency: is the state of existing but not yet being developed or manifest. I want to feel the air above my head, think about air shafts below. Wafting through ventilation systems and rooms that catch wind; corridors that keep it. The faucet in our apartment floods, then stops and withholds water. We brace against the drizzle and are wrapping our heads, looping fabric. The sun really confused us the other day; it felt like too much attention. Grey becomes background, a constant that in the persistent dusty light indoors becomes familiar; a kind of blank slate twilight, but this familiarity lends it an unexpected warmth. We also see nuance and depth in this same room while our eyes are heavy with adjustments.
Remembering that the red color of the bricks is evidence of heat. Red snow in the alps (dust from the Sahara), red dusk on Mars (always), the Great Red Spot on Jupiter, red stone in California (moonscape).
[Performance]
2023 Tornado Watch @ Maschinenhaus Essen
with Eszter Koncz tornadowatch.online photo by André Symann