Artists

Malte Bartsch, Hannah Sophie Dunkelberg, Martin Groß, Sarah Lehnerer, Valeria Schneider, Felix Leon Westner

Press release

“It‘s going to be difficult because nobody really knows who it is telling it, if I am I or what actually occurred or what I’m seeing.”1

And yet, it should not be left untried, the act of telling. The narrator, of whom we cannot be sure who it is, and of whom the narrator themselves is not sure who they are either2 (it is reasonable to assume that this could also sometimes be the case with the narrators mentioned below3), prefers to look at the clouds, as they form an image for them in which their gaze can get lost and their imagination can run free. But the narrator is aware of the fact that what arises from this imagination does not necessarily correspond to the truth. This does not mean that it is a lie. More so, it is the “now” that is referred to as a lie, simply because it is always gone in an instant, because it passes by like the cloud in the sky. The act of seeing said “now” is also referred to by the narrator as dishonesty, because it – supposedly – takes us the furthest away from ourselves. This is probably why it is undefinable who is doing the telling – or seeing. But don’t get it wrong: these “unreal fabrications” don’t have to be bad at all, in contrast to the lie.

One thing at least is clear: this is not about depicting reality as it is, as it presents itself, purely externally (like the “precious fireworks”)4.