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Stories from around the world patiently told in transmedia narratives

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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

All Good Fruit ◊ XI

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

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 III ◊ Baby Jesus

Since centuries christian missionaries are traveling to the most rural places in the world to convert heathens into tamely believers. What legacy do 500 years of proselytisation leave behind? A two-part experience on a small island in the South Pacific. Part One.

GAUA II ◊ Pig Joys (Poem)

Pigs traditionally have an important role in Vanuatu’s kastom system. They are one of the few animals that have not been imported by the Europeans. A poem for these wonderful animals.

SKTTRBRAIN ◊ VIII

Domestic violence is a present issue in many countries around the world. In Vanuatu many women, children and animals are subjected to violence on the daily basis. And they stay. They find a way to deal with it, to accept it and to still smile.

Artificial Identity

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.

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...

JOY ◊ XII

On the first day of the new year I find myself sitting on a beautiful dead tree in front of a 120m high waterfall that celebrates a new beginning with me. I feel. I understand.

A DREAM ◊ XVI

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

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