An Adventurous Week in the Life of Mr. Hutmacher
I like to walk in city streets, from sideway to centre stage, through architectures of people, loneliness and chances. I love to imagine stories with unlikely characters, people I notice, things I note, atmosphere, lights. Happy people, sad people, handsome and ugly people fascinate me. Humans. I recognize in Tarek a similar fascination.
He applies his cinematic eye to spaces of observation that represent precision. A precision of place and aesthetics that draws me into a situation that defies rationality, but involves me completely in a shared obsession.
prof. Fredd Bonelli, philosopher by fire
I dreamed that I came out of a dream.
I was surrounded by people who spoke the gobbledygook.
Brides, and grooms and smiley party people.
I spoke the same gibberish which surprised me.
They were laughing at me.
The space was filled with fireflies.
There was music in the distance.
I tried to speak again.
I wanted to tell them something important but my lips were sealed.
They kept smiling at me when a door opened in the background.
A big band marched in wearing colourful uniforms followed by circus animals.
The crowd started to dance and sing and I went back to sleep.
And of course
Henry The Horse
Dances the waltz!
The Lady Doesn't Spit, She Wares A Mask
a tenant wakes up in the morning
she doesn’t recognize hierself nor the streets behind the window
has no memories of the days prior
not a single thing
“what’s my name?” she hums on the way out.
it’s a very silent day
sure, we can go out and feel free but there is no music
there is no crowd on the streets
who can sing with a mask on the face?
who rumoured that change will never come?
now the only question is: which way we will rumble further