sound/wall installation
can, acrylic, piezo, amp, mp3-player The work is inspired by an incident that happened in Cartagena, Columbia, quite a long time ago. Two „police officers“ grabed me on the street and pushed me into a cell. It was pitch-black and contained absolutely nothing – not even a basket to pee in -. The intention of the „officers“ was to scare me shitless and then get some money. Besides me, there was an other, columbian, guy in this jail – obviously for a longer time -, who needed to talk. What he said is, more or less, the text of the poor creature, that is captured in the can. I saw the sunlight again the next day – they liked my fancy german pocket-knife -. The piece is dedicated to all people who are locked-up in dark cells.

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