Like a scene for the theatre a room is being constructed. At first it is a white room. The room starts falling apart and behind it new spaces are appearing. The walls keep peeling off. Like a Chinese box you are being drawn into an infinity of spaces that keeps falling apart.
I am interested in the collapse as a state of mind. As a permanent condition that is euphoric rather than tragic. “The fall/ falling” has always contained a moment of euphoria like in traditional comedy; Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. I extent the moment of falling by repeating it endlessly. The spontaneous laughter of someone slipping in a banana peel is off, the surprise is taken out, but what happens when the feeling of “just about to fall” takes hours, days.. or the space around you keeps collapsing in monotonous rhythm making a heavy beat to the light sound of a wals by ..strauss….