Lights are Us

The Chill Out room at Ritter Butzke
I enter - and step into a huge living room. Not mine...ours. For the duration.
Set by a simple principle of "Do as you please, this is your space. And offer the people around you the same freedom".
The club community. No strings attached, and yet connected by a shared idea. Or even vision. I wonder how many of us manage to take the same principles with us home and further into our work.

The dj re-mixes, breaks down, breaks up, Steve Wonder when he just called to say I Love You - unevenly pitched with some strong digital noize, before hitting me with Autechre. I smile.

7-8 projectors, all from different time periods is streaming beautifully patterned visuals. The walls are covered in white sheets, the lighting is in-direct making the pictures projected seems like old 19th century photos, even though their content is of our age.
I stand up, bring out my mechanical eye while immersed in slow, deep electronic beats, and start shooting.





Many of visuals fade in and out, like a slow heart beat. A couple moves into my view - caressing each other, maneuvering the deep electronic beats. I see beauty - my mechanical eye needs upgrading.



//M/E