For the time being, Moby Dick, performance with three-channel video installation with sound, colour and bw, 45min. 2021.
When the world is ending, there is a childish urge to become one's own arc. This Mobius strip turns on itself by memory's formless form. There is solastalgia, emotional or existential distress caused by change -from climate catastrophe to a journey into a remote location, into a remote emotion, a remote memory- married with a strange comfort. In "for the time being, Moby Dick", the body dissolves into its environment and contaminates everything it touches. It dissolves by an act of writing, a culmination of different forms of writing, writing in its broadest sense.
The work's relation to Moby Dick is to understand what an uncompromising body of work, an arc, can mean for a struggling artist; what if I put everything I wanted to in this arc without having to compromise. The novel's content is inverted beyond recognition as it becomes a piece of auto-fiction. Still, its structure is kept as a reshuffling of its syntax. In "for the time being, Moby Dick", I write with words, with images, with the body, with water, by drawing, by giving matter form to dissolve it back again.