From
this blood was made the sea and the lakes,
From
this flesh the earth, and from this hair the trees,
From
these bones the mountain; rocks and pebbles from the teeth.
It
was a secret, hidden place. The dark, almost purple hued crag of
rock loomed out; a natural incision into the otherwise soft and mossy
track. At first it seemed that it would reveal a dark and hollow
space within, but it was simply a surface. The rock was porous and
weather beaten.
Such
a flood of blood flowed from his sore and gaping wounds, that all
were drowned, except for a couple of lovers, who escaped by climbing
into a narrow oaken casket. They were carried along by the current of
thick flowing blood, still warm and pulsing from the throbbing wound.
They clung onto each other whilst being jolted forcefully together
by the rhythmical pounding of the waves against the sides of the
casket.
A
great, yawning, cavernous void opened out onto the fjord. The cold,
dark water lay silently beneath the arched crevice of rock, seeping
in between the tiniest of cracks, and leaving behind a slimy coating
of rusty red as it withdrew at low tide. There appeared to be total
darkness inside the cave, a place seemingly without walls, leading on
and on and on.
The
lips surrounding the darkness of the interior are parched and
bleached by sunlight. Just inside, the air is thick with moisture as
the water evaporates in the heat. Further on, the air seems to
clutch at one, like the cold and icy fingers of death clinging on to
a living body; caressing its back and loosely smothering its face.
Yet there is a stirring in the water, as though something within has
come to life.
The
carvings had been rounded and worn away over time, and had been
highlighted in red paint. Things fade and disappear over time; they
shrink back into the world of matter, formless and nameless, much as
they may have begun. The mists of time have already erased their
meaning, despite the most valiant efforts to preserve and interpret
them.
As
the carcass decayed, maggots appeared in its flesh. They fed upon the
rotting matter, and as they did so, their form evolved into something
resembling man. Their skin hardened from the soft and translucent
membrane of a maggot, so that they could withstand the light of the
sun and the cold of night, although they continued to live in the
earth and rocks, burrowing deep into the corpse, which had first
sustained them.
The
skull was lifted high up above the earth, and from this became the
sky,
The
brain was thrown up towards the crown of the skull with such might,
That
in unravelling it became the clouds.
Documentation from Kuenstlerhaus Dortmund
Still from video loop
