Gelatin, Dampfsauna
„Marlon Brando“,
2005
Dampfsauna für 2
Personen
Eingeschmolzene
Papiercontainer, Herd, Pfanne
280 x 150 x 100 cm
Ist es ein gefundener grüner Meteorit oder gar ein Raumschiff auf Holzsteltzen oder einfach nur
ein vergrösserter, stilisierterSalat? Doch was macht das Öfelchen mit den
Tigerpratzen, ist es der Antrieb von dem grünen Raumschiff oder einfach nur ein
grosser Spaghetti Kochtopf für die grünen Marsmenschen?
Marlon Brando, steam sauna
I am always
cold so I need to sweat from heat. It feels different and safer than sweating
from muscle movement to create excess heat from within. Steam Saunas and
Finnish Saunas, sweat lodges and Russian saunas and Hamams. The first Sauna we
built was made from a piece of cheap transparent plastic sheeting, you tape it
to the floor and put a kettle inside and remove the lid so it won’t switch off
when the water is boiling, inside it gets steamy and jungely, and the bubble
inflates through the heat generated. Condensation drops from everywhere and
turn the microbe-thick plastic into another sweaty skin. The green came to us
through paper recycling bins. Heating the material up with a big torch or small
flame thrower, it starts oozing and becoming liquid, and you can hold sheets of
it up while it’s slowly reaching and steaming towards gravity, when you throw
it over a form and it cools down it stays in that shape, the material is
translucent when thin, so light flickers though it like thorough some gigantic
cabbage. But you cannot really control the application process, so thickness
and bending and over folding are permanently changing and irregular. It’s like building
a house out of burning hot semi-liquid bubble-gum. When the stove under the dumpling
and with it the boiling water pot is rolled away, one can slide in like a dry
sardine, pull oneself up and sit on a slim slime bench inside the dumpling. Reaching
down to pull the water pot under the opening one is instantly steamed-in. The
space inside is much bigger than it seems from the outside through
space-perception bending. It gets darker when the hole is closed with the
boiling water pot, leaving just some grey light fingering through the heavy
evaporating steam. It’s like sitting on an ultarainy cloud. Dim green light is
flickering through the dumping in some places and sometimes, though a tiny
opening, light is blasting through the capsule like a laser beam projecting
onto the moving steam, the capsule gets hot and condensed steam starts raining
down. Hot rain. Finally. Everything rains down, condensed water and condensed
sweat, arm grease, heat-tears, toxic deodorants, and is washed back into the
pot, as the pot is bigger than the dumpling, sweat and water gets re-boiled and
rebuilt leaving a salty crust in the pot some bodies later. Fresh oxygen
bubbles up inside the vapour through broken up water molecules, after a while,
when the flesh is ready, reaching down, one pulls away the pot and the stove on
wheels, and slides down and back outside like a steamy wet sardine for a cold
swim.
Nudes – photographs
of romantic micro sculpture
Tobias and
me were in Los Angeles for half a year, and they we Flo and Wolfgang a lot. We
went to the desert in California and when you drive through there, you just get
out sometimes and masturbated in front of a landscape. Tobias and me started
taking some pictures and send them to Flo and Wolfgang. And they sent us
pictures back, and so on – back and forth. Basically we were working on
sculptures using our hard-ons and the landscape. I don’t know if it’s like this
for most people but before my sexuality was directed human entities, my desire
was more vegetarian. Trees and landscapes made hard through inner softness. The
hardness is miniscule in contrast to the bending horizon and the vegetation
that doesn’t care about you or the micro sculpture appendix. The outcome of
this discrepancy is quite romantic.
gelatin
with Meredith Danluck, in: index magazine
