17/2/2011
Rebecca Wilton / Sven Johne
Klemm's, Berlin
"Sunmoonsunmoonsunmoon. To me it's just a blink, to you it's night and day. Apparently you all disappear over night...." 'Sunny Moon' is a show by Rebecca Wilton and Sven Johne.
Reflection of an echo wall
Sunmoonsunmoonsunmoon. To me it’s just a blink, to you it’s night and day. Apparently you all
disappear over night.
It’s not my way, to begin on my own. I’m kind of a copy-cat. But when no one shows up
anymore, what’s left for me to do? I did get used to your voices, to your “Hello“s, your yodels,
and the high ranking “Who are you?“
One time one of your smart alecks came. He asked “You or me, who has no autonomy?“ That
was mean. I had to answer “me“. However — what is superior than an echo wall? If you look at it
literally, the “me“ that reflected back to him was not my “me“, but his. Did you really think you
could hear me? Or do you want to hear yourselves? Yourselves in me?
You’ve hardly begun thinking of something, and it disappears. I thought about the glacier that
covered me, and it melted. I asked myself, what do these big animals at my feet live on, and the
last one of them fell down, with a big “thud.“ ...“udd!“ I said. Then that was over as well.
Then you came. First on foot, then in busses. At the beginning it was amusing. The perpetual
shouting. As if you wanted to teach me to speak, like a colorful bird. I admit it, at some point I
was annoyed. Recently when another one of these busses parked underneath me I thought,
soon they’ll be climbing up and yelling at you. The car radio below was on and playing a
commercial. A shrill voice sang, “Everything must go!“ I had to answer. “Go!“ rang through the
valley. And again, “Go! go! go!“ Maybe this time I let it get too loud. The hikers froze.
The radio
went silent. They ran away and vanished. Since then I have never heard from you again.
At the beginning you still think it’s your own fault. However, everything must pass. You, and
eventually me. Maybe some colorful bird will come around again and shout your “Hello!“ at me.
Maybe his offspring. But then it will become quiet for good. The silence, which I am a part of,
makes me shudder. It will remain. Sunmoonsunmoonsunmoon.
Image: Sven Johne, Wissower Klinken, 2007, DVD, HD-projection, 8:20 min., edition 5+2 a.p
Opening 18 February 2011, 7pm
KLEMM'S
Klemm’s showroom 7d5e
Brunnenstrasse 7 Berlin
Tue–Sat 11 – 18 h
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