DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI 
COMPOSITION 

Loneliness in a non-place of total devastation. A traveling singer tells about it. Raw, murmuring lament sucked in. It is the silence after the unspeakable. Dry scorched fields, caressed by sweet-rotting winds. The persistent look into the impossible that captivates you and breaks you into silent madness. Monstra. 

Like Tyll (book by Daniel Kehlmann) who was left behind in the forest to guard the precious flour. He's maybe ten years old. After a few days he is found on a tree. The flour has been scattered and the donkey left with it has bled to death. Tyll sat up with his torn off head. He giggles oddly. The men who come to fetch him shudder at the sight. 

We all have a passion. This is mine! From an early age, I decided to master my craft. And I’ve been learning ever since.

2 Voices, E-Bass, Electronics 
Lyrics: Ch. Baudelaire - Les fleurs du mal

KOLLAPS 
PERFORMANCE & SOUNDCOLLAGE 

Paranoia slowly turns into fear and panic. The timeline shifts and collapses in on itself. The hand that wanders over the body at the beginning, represents the unconscious. The spider slowly crawls out and draws the shadow (of the unconscious) over the actor. It spreads uncontrollably and makes the protagonist stagger. What has been suppressed and split off emerges more and more hectically and almost spasmodically. Hyperventilation. The body fights with itself. The case is unstoppable. The spider returns to the hidden place. It only stays there for a short time and will reappear to do the work.