THEN SALT IS BLUE
Alte Kantine & Agora Collective
12.14.16, Berlin
A chromatic 5-course dinner performance inaugurated by artists and cooks, Caique Tizzi, Renata Har, Jessie Holmes, Mark Andre Pennock, Katharina Kiebachher, Maria Raddatz.
Inspired by Max Ernst', 'Une Semaine de bonté' (A Week of Kindness), artists involved will choreograph a series of chapters through light as a mise en scene of colour, culinary, installation, audio and narrative within a dinner setting.
With contributions from Elise Lammer, John Holten, Leon Barth, Jessica Gadani and Douglas Gordon.
Working together with Agora Collective, Bon Bock, Ismenia Holiday and Little & Large Editions
POEMS FOR THEN SALT IS BLUE
The dependable perennials have bloomed again, admirable commitment under unruly management
ritual insisted upon, slash, the crossroad is rather balmy this evening
appropriation/knockoff/a cheap pair of shoes, kept tidy, things that seem, believed, in exchange, are
new ritual, new routine: clean your clothes, brush your teeth
things can become like new again
BAD HABITS ARE US
Loop de loops, the circus is a poof
of peace and harmony
good riddance to aquaintence slogans such as, “Let's do lunch, call me,” as well as all other mediocre superficial scams
the guidance of strength and love, yes, I said it: Love.
The hot, steamy brew of patience dribbles out the corner of your mouth
as you timely wipe clean with your serviette
a fresh start over
TEA FOR WHOMEVER!
Cups down, sundown, the hour has passed and restarted
blue time creeps in again, late in the day, like a royal inside voice parade
premature secret teenage escape, before night falls
here comes the frequent monochrome, our dictated depth of field
transition highway flattens horizons, blends boundaries
slowing us down by confronting us with periwinkle highlights
a limited tone
When blue becomes a veil and makes all tragedy one/all humour science fiction
one historic pair of faded denim jeans worn never to be washed
one cobalt gaze, one deep violet finger pointing, taut
Blue time conducts the chromopolis
a tonal plain, a plane, a train, a boat half-sinking
a deep swell of blackest blue high gloss ripples closer
wading/waiting in shallow waters
blue time has no need to dig deep
blue time is the ultra surface
a saturated pact, a daunting reminder, a shaded tag team, a wink and a nudge
that we are all in the navy blue
a blue suede salute
to the blue moon which revels in pastel Prussian Pacific (or wherever situated) skies.