leider leider können wir nicht allein überleben

The elevator takes you to the fifth floor. Here you find a let‘s call it: landscape. In this landscape collectively built zones, spaces, surfaces are floating, drifting like islands, nodes of a woven net. In order to tie knots you need to meet, you have to have an exchange, a handover and a constant passing on. Carefully, hesitantly, seriously and with irony. At the same time it lives and it forms, it drops leaving traces on us and on the landscape.