Live broadcast from my coffin

»Prehistoric dogs barked there«

C. Süreya

Soon I will set off on a long journey of no return, we have destroyed everything, I cannot even recognize the clouds. With the small blood in my pocket I will pay the penalty for being snatched from nature. This century is also marked by war, genocide and other human tragedies. All of humanity is marked by a manipulated history that results in a distorted collective consciousness. Unfortunately, the tyrants are victorious again. At least for now. And the foreseeable future offers little hope for a better world.

It was a day when books and people were burned and humanity was left burned without a father. When the listed passengers of a ship set off to their deaths, the poor raven never forgot everything. The dogs barked that day too. And the spirit of the times was drenched in the rain of clouds of tears. Time is running out, the water has long since risen, the earth on which you had confidently set your foot is now a deep swamp.

While I let the rats scratch my itchy foot in my coffin, I welcome myself to the ground, where identity, belonging and possessions no longer mean anything.

The spatial installation consists of large-format drawings and around 10,000 duplicates, some of which are colored. The drawings are attached to the wall (wallpapered), the duplicates lie on the floor like weightless leaves in autumn. The current chaotic state of the world is shown from the perspective of a rat that lives in a coffin and transmits the gaze of its circling eyes to us live.