In the tunnel
It all started with my hands finding their way to those 88 keys where they began to do their dance in a repeating loop. With every new round, a slight change, a new experiment finds its way into the melody as everything around me begins to fade away.
I don’t notice the door opening but soon after, her voice from another world gently touches my waves of sound, surfs on them, falls and paddles back out again to take another ride. We are playful like we tend to be in every fresh relationship of two, coming together to form a new creation.
After a while on the way to finding a closer connection in our dance, beats start coming in, filling the space between our words and then lifting them up to a place we couldn’t have gone to alone. Hours pass and our moves become more and more complex, synchronizing the subtle moves of our ideas, brought into the tips of our fingers and the tone of her voice.
Like veins in our bodies, cables connect the ancient instruments with modern tools of highest complexity, which connect them with us. He touches the violin the same way it has been done for centuries but the movements on the computers keyboard have only been invented a blink of an eye ago. As those two approaches merge in our dance, they form a new that couldn’t have come into existence if all the ones who were here before us wouldn’t have taken their brave steps into the unknown.
The world outside of our connection has disappeared long ago, leaving us in our tunnel where the only focus is the wonderful journey to wherever we would come out and call it a new born child.
After a long, playful, sometimes bumpy and exhausting journey, connecting with different minds in different moods and spaces, we stand up high in bright lights. And in those five minutes our bodies get to be the carrier of the brightest light of all. We are the messenger of progress and renewal, inspiration for others, invitation to feel the great beauty and allow the inside to express.
I took these photos at Papenwohld artist residency No.2 . Up there in a quiet place in the north of Germany, we were given the chance to unfold our creative energy without worries regarding the outside world. It was a wonderful experience and I am very thankful to all of those who made this possible.
You can find a documentary, shot by Javier Sobremazas, shows us in love with our crafts here. The album of music that was created during this week is available on the streaming platforms. Search for: Papenwohld Artist Residency No 2