Tutti Frutti
1. Das Wald (the forest)
The place was lit up, super-real forms standing or floating in luminous colours. They had appeared suddenly like mushrooms, gorgeous hot air balloons or plankton. We were walking the edge of an Alpine forest, a springy track with darkness right, much lighter space left, and mysterious reflecting water sometimes visible behind quiet trees. Behind were remnants of the “Dalston Doppler”, a ghostly filmic urban space of nocturnal dis-colours. Behind that, a ground which was a dark earthy proto-space, sleek starting! Dalston’s hard surfaces brightened as I moved along, the blue lemon at the apex optimistically vibrating like dawn.
2. Dalston
The empty streets are quiet except where streetlights hum. The new high-rise flats in Dalston Square suggest themselves in shadows. Concrete surfaces fluorescently gleam. Places are always ghostly at night. In the evening quiet I listen for echoes of a hive mind’s daylight rhythms. But mostly there’s a city plan thing, a set, more film than theatre.
3. Mudflats
Looking out on mudflats is an old installation, or a robot-vendor serving virtual space. I experience these alternatives sequentially, not both at once. Reflecting on this ambiguity as a manifestation of temporality itself, I understand imagination as process, sequences of production.
4. Japanese House
Above the roof floats the moon like a huge slice of cheese. We are on an island. Much rain is falling.
