Friday 10 April 11:00
Philip Vermeulen's installation More Moire². Photo by Pieter Kers.
by
Jeannette Petrik
“It'll be about forty-five minutes until it's your turn“
until then just stand here, wait, look at, listen to
observe, unfold your sensibilities, breathe in
absorb what there is to absorb while you wait,
in line, in
a void between historicity and a white blob,
a cube covered with boldness like slogans
“in the end, you've had your chance”
“all violence is the illustration of a pathetic stereotype”
“bullshit” the one next to me comments
between dread and pleasurable mourning
a drone of sound fills the cube and immerses me
in a film stuck in some kind of a waiting room,
the mellowing soundtrack, uncomfortable
yet, beautiful, somehow
the slogans fragment as letters become
letters forming words forming messages
simulating wisdom like entertaining postcards,
violin, classical singing, distortion
a soundtrack to an unknown film,
before
my field of vision is moire
I'm present, yet, without points of reference
it absorbs and unfolds inside of me
my I and my ego vanish
it feels valuable to get lost and
fade back into myself, unfamiliar
familiar escapism
amplifies whatever directs reality
sadness, loneliness, sensitivity, momentarily
