Imagining a spacestation lounge à la 2001 on which migrants escaping a chaotic Earth might rest on their way to the Antipodes, a stellar system colony, or another plane of existence was something of an interlude for the loose group working on a project to take place at Wünsdorf, 'the forbidden city' of Brandenburg, while waiting for the political situation (i.e. war in Ukraine) to cool down and make exploring a the former Soviet military base seem less politically incorrect, or at least charged. For reasons beyond the selfish ones, we hope that will occur sooner rather than later, but long memory will likely make it impossible for the foreseeable future.
In any case, I myself was little able to contribute to even this short outing, being in the middle of my second semester at University, and the work I did put in was mostly in the form of a video for mid-performance ads for future/alien products. One late night shoot, a day of editing, half-effective 3D prints, and a lot of blue produced the following result:
My other contribution was as the planet Uranus, dancing behind a plastic sheet and lipsynching to "The Cold Song" from "King Arthur" by Purcell1 in the opening moment, as the seated audience crash-landed into its surface. The modules which followed included the arrival of the space mummy, melting famous world monuments, pussycat dictators, Cyrano recounting his trip to the moon, a live advertisement—this time for replacement skulls for better interstellar travel—and a walking cake. But these performances are not exactly created to be blithely summarized.
Thanks to shooting during the first performance by Martin Miotk, a recording of the full performance was made–which is also nice for me, not having been able to see most of it on account of being behind a plastic sheet and the time-consuming application of more of said blue, in order to appear as my non-sequitur character briefly in the flesh.
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