Bamboo
The trunks are completely smooth and stand close together down the slope. A small, curvy road leads down through the middle. We slowly walk up the hill...
Roof Damage
In my youth, when I was about 19 years old, I visited the "Kunsthalle" in Kiel. Since I grew up on the edge of Europe, (i.e. in Dithmarschen) and therefore almost exactly on the opposite side of Schleswig-Holstein…
The Importance of Sound in the Scenic Presentation
The somewhat cumbersome title aims at the context of what happens on a stage of any kind from the audience's point of view. And which has always been there -with the exception of pantomime…
The Night on the Road
I found the hotel quite late, almost as a last chance and was glad to have found a reasonably acceptable place for the last night in Spain…
Sound as a Moving Form
During the preparations for an installation of a floor sculpture with circular steel plates, my assembly assistants and I transported these elements vertically, rolling over the floor like big wheels…
The Lockout Trick
The Italian village in Liguria consists of a main road and a small square that everyone passes. Here, near the church, are all the stores, bars and restaurants, which have their tables and chairs outside...
Vienna Language Cloud
After crossing the street, I suddenly and immediately find myself in a crowd of people. Just now an evening film screening under the open sky…
A Beginning of Sound Art
At the end of my studies I experimented with automatic scripting. What interested me was not primarily the image production, but the sounds produced by these movement and writing processes. However, this I did not know that at that time…
Here and There at Night
I open the window of my room and suddenly the city rushes up to the twenty-second floor. Up here, above the streets, the urban noises bundle into a large and pulsating structure...
Sounds Beyond
In my youth I lived freely and unattached. Of course there were the structural cuts of the school, which I also perceived with interest, but much more important for me were other things…
Not Ryoân-Ji
Somewhere I sit in one of the many Zen gardens. I am first and foremost interested in the place. I just want to have a look at it. But what I find is an island of silence, in the middle of Kyoto…
Sanjo-Street
Sometimes my sounds just disappear. The daily cloud of noise carries them away, covering them, so to speak, in order to integrate them and make them inaudible as a part of themselves…
Another Strategy is not to Listen
Above all, the sounds opened up a new perspective on the picture for me, for example, the sound of writing, or the hatching sound of a hard wax crayon on paper. When the attention suddenly shifts from the visual to the acoustic during a process and the hand seems to rhythmize itself…
The Flying Dealer in the NYC Subway
The old man always came unexpectedly into the subway compartment, stood in the middle of the car and started his job…
Dream
In a pub I meet someone from the music scene, some pianist, no friend, just an acquaintance. A guy with whom I once recorded something…
About the Difficulty of Documenting
Basically, reality - or what we think it is - cannot be reproduced…
An Attempt on Poplars
I love poplars. Poplars roar loudly. Poplars exaggerate when they reproduce the wind. They are by far the noisiest trees…
Of Fences and Birds and other Auditory Phenomena
The sudden obtrusiveness of the sound gave way and turned into an unexpected listening experience…
About Wind
With enormous speed over the city and the houses rooftops, between the buildings, into the streets and into the smallest corners…