"My confinement is the victory of the skyscrapers over my bones."
In a global community of emotions, war is gossip, torture is a parallel act of deconstruction and images serve the function of heavy artillery. Cherry Picker, Sherwood Forest, Pink Rose, Night Blossoms. Becoming a log: logging in, logging out. When narcissism becomes a stratagem we need mirrors to learn our poses, to attract and seduce like England does with a third world country. Being more specific, what is it that you will see at Stock Images of War. In the dark, only illuminated by spotlights, a series of augmented wire figures produced during confinement will weakly find their place in the empty room, constantly fighting to stand their ground, maybe hesitating between standing and laying down. And all of this happens in the midst of a nauseating smell of Apple Cinnamon Medley, of someone cooking apple strudel in factory quantities, of someone cooking and dancing to teenage hits, to easy political songs, because only in a state of neoteny it is possible to believe in the fantasy of the dehumanized other, the other as cake.
Killing In The Name - Rage Against The Machine
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Rollin' - Limp Bizkit
Thunderstruck - AC/DC
Hit The Floor - Linkin Park
Bodies - Drowning Pool
Rock The Casbah - The Clash
Fire Water Burn - Bloodhound Gang
Amalia Ulman im Skulpturenpark in Köln