In the frame of Thomas Oberender / Tino Sehgal: Welt ohne Außen. Immersive Spaces since the 1960s / Nonny de la Peña: After Solitary. 12.07.2018. Martin Gropius Bau, Berlin.
Once an Eastern writer asked the authorities: “When did you become savagely violent? What made you like that?” *
White walls, white carpets, white curtains and white smiles of black uniforms; next door, zen is lingering in the air, where tea is being prepared, and two people are whispering in calm—the movements of their lips are barely observable—and their carefully buttoned-up shirts and moderate smiles make you breathe in and out in peace, and feel excited about the eyes you will silently encounter soon, but wait a minute!
Then you enter into a world of fluffy teddy bears ordered in pinks, yellows, blues; a tiny heart, a sane one yet about to become insane; squashed brains in one’s fist; blood on the walls longing for divine forces’ helping hand; archived fingerprints repeatedly pull out hair one by one from a falling scalp—even I can’t bear it anymore in a virtual reality, how could he? A home/man-made hell.
Continue to the next door and see the faces face the fetish pipes—an explosion of smells that make you go home and vomit instead of a cup of green tea; is this a theme park?
*Ece Temelkuran „Siz nasıl bu kadar zalim oldunuz?” Youtube, uploaded by Esra Akeroglu, 10 June 2011, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCsdoZgTofo
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