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As a duo, Ingeborg Zackariassen and Arvid Kraft are exploring notions of temporality, the impermanence of identity, perception, and consciousness.
Voices and gestures become futile attempts to communicate against a backdrop of eternity. Still, it seems like the only important thing. To understand. To be understood.
Borrowed text from Samuel Beckett and Carlo Rovelli becomes a shared vehicle to the two lonely figures, carrying ideas of being/not being, finding an “I”- whatever that may be- in a place and a perspective where time might not exist.
Collage- Dialogue, Beckett and Rovelli/ Arvid and Ingeborg
A: I of whom, I know nothing I know my eyes are open
I: Your eyes are open. How do you know?
A: I know my eyes are open because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly
I: Oh… Your eyes closed for an instant.
A: my eyes closed.
I: What about the spine?
A: What about the soles of my feet?
I: I don’t know
A: Let’s move on…
I: -this place -of fleeting sounds. of waves moving through the sea.
A: There’s an example of that in a book about time
I: When one doesn’t know what to say anymore one talks about time
A: In the silence, one doesn’t know the ending is the worst, no, it’s the beginning…
I: In reality a complex vibration of quantum fields, a momentary interaction of forces, a process that… for an instant, it maintains its contour, clings to its tenuous balance; vanishing anew into an abyss of particles…
A: dream-silence, filled with mumbling
It’s only words.. These words that… fall down and never move again.
