Four artists conspire around the mythological characters of Echo and Narcissus hidden in many contexts: going from everyday to the Communicationsatellite Echo 1 and ‘stereotyped narcistic love’. We centre this material around the status of speech in connection with the body as a flickering signal. Echo’s voice functions as an interface between body and cosmos. How does she reflect the worlds we live in? A space defines the colour of an Echo. A story-space? What happens on the threshold between in and out? Is it a story about the threshold of a story?
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Her Still Singing Limbs by Echo.Base is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial 2.0 Belgium License.
Echo is a shiny balloon orbiting earth. Kitsch or Telecom-Hi-Tech?
A round reflecting body, in/out. Signals cut in/she folds them out. And in between cut & fold? A story-space?
A story about the threshold of a story?
So, WHERE ARE WE?
An encounter in a labOrint of melting, freezing and evaporating doorsteps.
A round reflecting body, in/out. Signals cut in/she folds them out. And in between cut & fold? A story-space?
A story about the threshold of a story?
So, WHERE ARE WE?
An encounter in a labOrint of melting, freezing and evaporating doorsteps.