At Kunsthalle Below (KhB), snails and slugs were prominent—carpeting the walkways and greenways. Each day, I would perform a dance as I tiptoed back and forth between buildings to avoid the gastropods, pausing to watch them live their lives at a glacial gait. The slower pace and quietude of the northern Germany countryside had me thinking more about things that had been pushed to the margins by keeping busy. I reflected more on recent passing of my parents.
The music is partly composed of sounds collected from a wire postcard rack in KhB's main building. By gently bowing the wire structure, I could elicit eerie chirps and chimes.
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