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Stories from around the world patiently told in transmedia narratives

HOPE

THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD

Endless

AN EXPLORATION OF A NEW KIND OF MUSIC GATHERING.

||| Tehran |||

Concrete and abstract memories from an islamic funeral on the graveyard of Tehran.

V05August 2016 / Tehran, Iran

~:~BLACK MAGIC BABY JESUS ~:~

Follo us deep into the ancient cultures of a forgotten island in the South Pacific.

V04October 2016 / Gaua Island, Vanuatu

``Mount Yasur''

A  journey across Tanna Island right into the soul of the holy volcano.

V03October 2015 / Tanna Island, Vanuatu

~~~ Open Ocean ~~~

Fifteen days on the open ocean aboard “Noalani”

V02 / July 2015 / South Pacific Ocean

/// Nowhere to Go

An encounter the the greek-turkish border.

V01 December 2014 / Edirne, Turkey

MEAT ◊ XIV

On a sunny morning the community of Bravet kill a big, white cow to sell the meat. Very colourful meat.

All Good Fruit ◊ XI

A children’s song heard in Musina Village on Vanua Lava.

عدم

Die Geschichte einer Beerdigung. Der kühle Wind streicht über meine schweißnasse Stirn. Der metallische Gesang tost in ohrenbetäubenden Wellen über die Grabeswüste. Klagende Wogen, den Verlust der Mutter und den Schmerz der Hinterbliebenen besingend, verhallen im...

Admiration ◊ IX

Over centuries the idea of a white supremacy has been enforced and manifested through colonialism in the now so called “developing countries”. But these global roles are ancient and wrong. Ideas about people that deserve real admiration for a forgotten strength.

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هستی Back

Uncontrolled Anger ◊ VII

Violence, the raw physical force intended to hurt or kill a person or an animal is committed daily, endless times around the world. The cycle of hurt and anger spins and spins. But why do we hurt others? And how can we stop it from spinning?

GAUA III ◊ Baby Jesus

Since centuries christian missionaries are traveling to the most rural places in the world to convert heathens into tamely believers. What legacy do 500 years of proselytisation leave behind? A two-part experience on a small island in the South Pacific. Part One.

JOY ◊ XII

On the first day of the new year I find myself sitting on a beautiful dead tree in front of a 120m high waterfall that celebrates a new beginning with me. I feel. I understand.

AVER ◊ Christmas Songs ◊ VI

My head is full of streams of thoughts about the disappearing island life and cultural genocides. I slowly fade into a deep, dreamful sleep. Responsibility and powerlessness fight their endless game.

Artificial Identity

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