2022
The work ‘I sent my voice up to space but didn’t know what to say’, is a video installation in which I’m looking for a personal understanding of borders. I did this by focussing on the vertical perspective of space, rather than on the horizontal layer. Till how far up, and till how deep down, do borders run and apply?
In an attempt to reach those imaginary borders somewhere on the vertical axis, I sent my 3D printed passport up into space covered in liquid emulsion. It was accompanied by the sound of a speaker playing my three hours long monologue. On the place where it landed back on Earth, I went digging for three hours. From the soil, I made a sculpture.
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I recorded myself speaking, whispering and ranting for a couple of hours. The monologue consisted of expressions of anger, memories of encounters, me singing along with Nina Simone, thoughts of Al-Quds, looking up the translation of Mackie Messer, remembering a situation, quoting Audre Lorde, sounds, reading about air-law.
On 24 May 2022, I sent the recording hanging under a weather balloon to the edge of space. During the whole journey, it played my rather private monologue out loud to an audience of zero.
I covered my 3D printed passport with light sensitive emulsion and placed it in a camera obscura. The camera attached to a weather balloon that on 24th of May was sent flying to the edge of the atmosphere. Through a tiny hole the passport absorbed the light of the journey. The shutter speed was the length of the journey, from the moment the balloon took off, till I found it again, to close the hole which was letting light through. If we look up to a cloudless sky, it seems blue. However, behind the blue, it is black.
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