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Stories from around the world patiently told in transmedia narratives

Endless

AN EXPLORATION OF A NEW KIND OF MUSIC GATHERING.

||| Tehran |||

Concrete and abstract memories from an islamic funeral on the graveyard of Tehran.

V05August 2016 / Tehran, Iran

~:~BLACK MAGIC BABY JESUS ~:~

Follo us deep into the ancient cultures of a forgotten island in the South Pacific.

V04October 2016 / Gaua Island, Vanuatu

``Mount Yasur''

A  journey across Tanna Island right into the soul of the holy volcano.

V03October 2015 / Tanna Island, Vanuatu

~~~ Open Ocean ~~~

Fifteen days on the open ocean aboard “Noalani”

V02 / July 2015 / South Pacific Ocean

/// Nowhere to Go

An encounter the the greek-turkish border.

V01 December 2014 / Edirne, Turkey

Breath.

Slowly the wind is picking up and everyone starts making breakfast of course. As our sails and steering dont break anymore, I feel we are slowly arriving in proper sailing mode. Cruising, reading, working the boat, eating and sleeping. Kat makes oats with dates,...

عدم

Die Geschichte einer Beerdigung. Der kühle Wind streicht über meine schweißnasse Stirn. Der metallische Gesang tost in ohrenbetäubenden Wellen über die Grabeswüste. Klagende Wogen, den Verlust der Mutter und den Schmerz der Hinterbliebenen besingend, verhallen im...

Artificial Identity

Uncontrolled Anger ◊ VII

Violence, the raw physical force intended to hurt or kill a person or an animal is committed daily, endless times around the world. The cycle of hurt and anger spins and spins. But why do we hurt others? And how can we stop it from spinning?

A DREAM ◊ XVI

5 weeks I spent on an island called GAUA. A wild, strong, spiritual island. It became home. This is a DREAM.

AVER ◊ Christmas Songs ◊ VI

My head is full of streams of thoughts about the disappearing island life and cultural genocides. I slowly fade into a deep, dreamful sleep. Responsibility and powerlessness fight their endless game.

◊ GAUA I ◊ full moon christmas

Every night the people of Vanuatu indulge in a ritual, they give themselves into the hands of a numbing root that grows up in the mountainous regions. Silently they drink the grey juice and connect with the sprits of the bush, their ancestors.

Watermusic ◊ X

Endlessly they play the water with their hands, they slap and hit, they play and laugh. All day, in the shadow of the big trees, in the river or the ocean or where the two meat.

All Good Fruit ◊ XI

A children’s song heard in Musina Village on Vanua Lava.

The Wilhelm Scream

Enough with goodness and niceness and everything sweet give me salt, give me ash, give me sand in my teeth dirt on my feet blood on my tongue life in my meat.

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