Tiril Hasselknippe ‚Queens of the Tear Duct‘

Anyway, everything was soaked in this icy blue, with ethereal light and sound. The sculptures were tearing up and literally tearing up, evaporating and dispersing into the air we breathed. Seeing this landscape in its smallness, from the outside, from a present and a detached perspective at the same time, it was sort of like in a near death experience (…)
text by Baptist Ohrtmann